| Author: | Laura Lee Hope | ISBN: | 1230000396165 |
| Publisher: | Starling and Black | Publication: | April 29, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Starling and Black | Language: | English |
| Author: | Laura Lee Hope |
| ISBN: | 1230000396165 |
| Publisher: | Starling and Black |
| Publication: | April 29, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Starling and Black |
| Language: | English |
“Flossie! Flossie! Look at me! I’m having a steamboat ride! Oh, look!”
“I am looking, Freddie Bobbsey!”
“No, you’re not! You’re playing with your doll! Look at me splash, Flossie!”
A little boy with blue eyes and light, curling hair was standing on a raft in the middle of a shallow pond of water left in a green meadow after a heavy rain. In his hand he held a long pole with which he was beating the water, making a shower of drops that sparkled in the sun.
On the shore of the pond, not far away, and sitting under an apple tree, was a little girl with the same sort of light hair and blue eyes as those which made the little boy such a pretty picture. Both children were fat and chubby, and you would have needed but one look to tell that they were twins.
“Now I’m going to sail away across the ocean!” cried Freddie Bobbsey, the little boy on the raft, which he and his sister Flossie had made that morning by piling a lot of old boards and fence rails together. “Don’t you want to sail across the ocean, Flossie?”
“I’m afraid I’ll fall off!” answered Flossie, who was holding her doll off at arm’s length to see how pretty her new blue dress looked. “I might fall in the water and get my feet wet.”
“Take off your shoes and stockings like I did, Flossie,” said the little boy.
“Is it very deep?” Flossie wanted to know, as she laid aside her doll. After all she could play with her doll any day, but it was not always that she could have a ride on a raft with Freddie.
“No,” answered the little blue-eyed boy. “It isn’t deep at all. That is, I don’t guess it is, but I didn’t fall in yet.”
“I don’t want to fall in,” said Flossie
“Flossie! Flossie! Look at me! I’m having a steamboat ride! Oh, look!”
“I am looking, Freddie Bobbsey!”
“No, you’re not! You’re playing with your doll! Look at me splash, Flossie!”
A little boy with blue eyes and light, curling hair was standing on a raft in the middle of a shallow pond of water left in a green meadow after a heavy rain. In his hand he held a long pole with which he was beating the water, making a shower of drops that sparkled in the sun.
On the shore of the pond, not far away, and sitting under an apple tree, was a little girl with the same sort of light hair and blue eyes as those which made the little boy such a pretty picture. Both children were fat and chubby, and you would have needed but one look to tell that they were twins.
“Now I’m going to sail away across the ocean!” cried Freddie Bobbsey, the little boy on the raft, which he and his sister Flossie had made that morning by piling a lot of old boards and fence rails together. “Don’t you want to sail across the ocean, Flossie?”
“I’m afraid I’ll fall off!” answered Flossie, who was holding her doll off at arm’s length to see how pretty her new blue dress looked. “I might fall in the water and get my feet wet.”
“Take off your shoes and stockings like I did, Flossie,” said the little boy.
“Is it very deep?” Flossie wanted to know, as she laid aside her doll. After all she could play with her doll any day, but it was not always that she could have a ride on a raft with Freddie.
“No,” answered the little blue-eyed boy. “It isn’t deep at all. That is, I don’t guess it is, but I didn’t fall in yet.”
“I don’t want to fall in,” said Flossie
