"
"Didn't he know you at all?" asked Nan.
"No, he was out of his head with fever all the while. Before I came, he
had told some of the doctors that he had something very important to tell
me--something that had to do with his friends or relations, they said. He
would tell no one else but me, but when I got to his bedside he could not
talk so that I could understand him. So really I don't know any more about
him than before. I don't even know what his real name is.
"Sometimes he used to call himself Jackson, and again it would be some
other name. I think he may not have known who he really was. But if he
does, it will be some time before he can tell me, or any one else. He was
still out of his head when I came away."
"Are you going back?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Not until they send for me, which will be when he takes a turn for the
better or worse. I want to do all I can for the poor old man, for he was
so good to Flossie and Freddie. But now tell me about the goat."
Freddie and Flossie took turns doing that, and a very funny story they
made of it, too. Mr. Bobbsey laughed, and laughed again. Then he had to
hear about everything else that had happened while he was in Lakeport.
"And now tell us what happened there--I mean besides about Uncle Jack,"
said Nan. "Did you see any of my friends?"
"And did you see Bessie Benton?" Flossie asked, naming a little girl with
whom she often played.
"Yes, I saw Bessie," said Mr.
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