from a little cave in the hill above. On top of the cave a large flat stone was placed. This kept the little waterfall clean and free from the falling leaves.
“Oh, what a cute little pond!” Freddie exclaimed, for he had never seen a real spring before.
“That’s a spring,” Flossie informed him, although that was all she knew about it.
The big boys were not long dipping their faces in and getting a drink of the cool, clear water, but the girls had to take their hats off, roll up their sleeves, and go through a “regular performance,” as Harry said, before they could make up their minds to dip into the water. Mabel brought up her supply with her hands, but when Nan tried it her hands leaked, and the result was her fresh white frock got wet. Flossie’s curls tumbled in both sides, and when she had finished she looked as if she had taken a plunge at the seashore.
“Let me! Let me!” cried Freddie impatiently, and without further warning he thrust his yellow head in the spring clear up to his neck!
“Oh, Freddie!” yelled Nan, grabbing him by the heels and thus saving a more serious accident.
“Oh! oh! oh!” spluttered Freddie, nearly choked, “I’m drowned!” and the water really seemed to be running out of his eyes, noses and ears all at once.
“Oh, Freddie!” was all Mrs. Bobbsey could say, as a shower of clean handkerchiefs was sent from the hay wagon to dry the “drowned” boy.
“Just like the flour barrel!” laughed Bert, referring to the funny accident that befell Freddie the winter before, as told in my other book “The Bobbsey Twins.”
“Only that was a dry bath and this a wet one,” Nan remarked, as Freddie’s curls were shook out in the sun.
“Did you get a drink?” asked August, whose invitation to drink had caused the mishap.
“Yep!” answered Freddie bravely, “and I was a real fireman too, that time, ’cause they always get soaked; don’t they, Bert?”
Being assured they did, the party once more started off for the woods. It was getting to be all woods now, only a driveway breaking through the pines, maples, and chestnut trees that abounded in that section.
“Just turn in there, John!” Harry directed, as a particularly thick group of trees appeared. Here were chosen the picnic grounds and all the things taken from the wagon, and before John was out of sight on the return home the children had established their camp and were flying about the woods like little fairies.
“Let’s build a furnace,” Jack Hopkins suggested.
“Let’s,” said all the boys, who immediately set out carrying stones and piling them up to build the stove. There was plenty of wood about, and when the fire was built, the raw potatoes that Harry had secretly brought along were roasted, finer than any oven could cook them.
Mrs. Bobbsey and Aunt Sarah had spread the tablecloth on the grass, and were now busy opening the baskets and arranging the places. There were so many pretty little nooks to explore in the woods that Mrs. Bobbsey had to warn the children not to get too far away.
“Are there giants?” Freddie asked.
“No, but there are very dark lonely places the woods and little boys might find snakes.”
“And bears!” put in Freddie, to which remark his mother said, “perhaps,” because there really might be bears in a woods so close to the mountains.
CHAPTER VIII
Fun in the Woods
“Dinner served in the dining car!” called Bert through the woods, imitating the call of the porter on the Pullman car.
“All ready!” echoed the other boys, banging on an old boiler like the Turks do, instead of ringing a bell.
“Oh, how pretty!” the girls all exclaimed, as they beheld the “feast in the forest,” as Nan put it. And indeed it was pretty, for at each place was set a long plume of fern leaves with wood violets at the end, and what could be more beautiful than such a decoration?
“Potatoes first!” Harry announced, “because they may get cold,” and at this order everybody broke the freshly roasted potatoes into the paper napkins and touched it up with the extra butter that had come along.
“Simply fine!” declared Nan, with the air of one who knew. Now, my old readers will remember how Nan baked such good cake. So she ought to be an authority on baked potatoes, don’t you think?
Next came the sandwiches, with the watercress Harry and Bert had gathered before breakfast, then (and this was a surprise) hot chocolate! This was brought out in Martha’s cider jug, and heated in a kettle over the boys’ stone furnace.
“It must be fun to camp out,” Mabel Herold remarked.
“Yes, just think of the dishes saved,” added Mildred Manners, who always had so many dishes to do at home.
“And we really don’t need them,” Nan argued, passing her tin cup on to Flossie.
“Think how the soldiers get along!” Bert put in.
“And the firemen’” lisped Freddie, who never forgot the heroes of flame and water.
Of course everybody was either sitting on the grass or on a “soft stump.” These latter conveniences had been brought by the boys for Aunt Sarah and Mrs. Bobbsey.
“What’s that!” exclaimed little Flossie, as something was plainly moving under the tables cloth.
“A snake, a snake!” called everybody at once, for indeed under the white linen was plainly to be seen the creeping form of a reptile.
While the girls made a run for safety the boys carefully lifted the cloth and went for his snakeship.
“There he is! There he is!” shouted Tom Mason, as the thing tried to crawl under the stump lately used as a seat by Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Whack him!” called August Stout, who, armed with a good club, made straight for the stump.
“Look out! He’s a big fellow!” Harry declared, as the snake attempted to get upright.
The boys fell back a little now, and as the snake actually stood on the tip of his tail, as they do before striking, Harry sprang forward and dealt him a heavy blow right on the head that laid the intruder flat.
“At him, boys! At him!” called Jack Hopkins, while the snake lay wriggling in the grass; and the boys, making good use of the stunning blow Harry had dealt, piled on as many more blows as their clubs could wield.
All this time the girls and ladies were over on a knoll “high and dry,” as Nan said, and now, when assured that the snake was done for they could hardly be induced to come and look at him.
“He’s a beauty!” Harry declared, as the boys actually stretched the creature out to measure him. Bert had a rule, and when the snake was measured up he was found to be five feet long!
“He’s a black racer!” Jack Hopkins announced, and the others said they guessed he was.
“Lucky we saw him first!” remarked Harry, “Racers are very poisonous!”
“Let’s go home; there might be more!”, pleaded Flossie, but the boys said the snake hunt was the best fun at the picnic.
“Goodness!” exclaimed Harry suddenly, “we forgot to let the pigeons loose!” and so saying he ran for the basket of birds that hung on the low limb of a pretty maple. First Harry made sure the messages were safe under each bird’s wing, then he called:
“All ready!”
Snap! went something that sounded like a shot (but it wasn’t), and then away flew the pretty birds to take the messages home to John and Martha. The shot was only a dry stick that Tom Mason snapped to imitate a gun, as they do at bicycle races, but the effect was quite startling and made the