Bobbsey.
"No, not exactly _bad_ news," was her husband's answer. "But I think I
shall have to go back home."
CHAPTER XVIII
A QUEER RIDE
Nan and Bert, who were in the room with their mother and father when the
letter was read, looked quickly at Mr. Bobbsey. Flossie and Freddie had
gone to the next apartment to play with Laddie.
"Does that mean we've got to go back?" asked Bert.
"We haven't seen half enough of New York," added Nan.
"Oh, no, you won't have to come back with me," said Mr. Bobbsey. "You'll
stay here at the hotel, and I'll return in a few days."
"What's it all about?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Uncle Jack," answered her husband.
"You mean the woodchopper who was so kind to Flossie and Freddie?"
"Yes, and because he was so kind I can't refuse to do what he wants me
to."
"What is it he wants you to do?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "Did he write to
you?"
"No, he got some one to do it for him, and my bookkeeper sent the letter
on to me."
"But I thought Uncle Jack was going to the hospital," Bert said.
"So he is, Son. In fact, he is in the hospital now, but he is so ill that
they fear he will not get better, even if the doctors do all they can for
him. He is afraid he might die and he wants to see me before then. He says
he has something he wants to tell me."
"What do you suppose it can be?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"I haven't the least idea. Perhaps it's about his folks.
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