"Oh, it's Daddy!" cried Flossie, as some one caught her up in his arms.
"Daddy's come back!"
"I'm so glad!" called Freddie, running to get a hug and kiss from his
father. "And we almost had a goat!" he added.
CHAPTER XXI
UNCLE JACK'S REAL NAME
"Well! Well!" laughed Mr. Bobbsey, when he heard what Freddie said.
"That's great! Almost had a goat, did you? I must hear about that!"
"But first tell us about Uncle Jack," begged Nan. "Is he going to get
better?"
"Oh, I hope he is going to get better!" broke in Freddie. "It isn't a bit
nice to be sick. You have to stay in bed, and sometimes you have to have
your head all bound up, and sometimes you have to take the awfullest kind
of medicine ever was."
"You don't always have to stay in bed when you're sick," put in Flossie.
"And sometimes the medicine isn't bad a bit. It's sweet and nice."
"But tell us about Uncle Jack," begged Nan again. "He'll get better, won't
he?"
"That is something the doctors can't tell," answered her father. "I saw
him in the hospital."
"Was he glad to see you?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Well, to tell you the truth he didn't know me. He was very ill and was
out of his head with fever. I did what I could for him, and saw that he
would be well taken care of, and then went to Mr. Todd's house to stay all
night. I said I'd go back to the hospital in the morning, but Uncle Jack
was no better, and, after waiting two or three days, I decided to come
back here.
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