"And here's Laddie," said Flossie. "Aren't you glad to see him?"
"Co'se I is, chile! I lubs yo' all!" and she hugged Laddie, too.
Leaving his wife at the Bobbsey home, Mr. Whipple went with Mr. Bobbsey
to the hospital where Uncle Jack (as they still called him) had been
taken.
The old woodchopper was much better, though still weak and ill. One of the
doctors had told him some one was coming to see him, and had said it might
prove to be some one who knew about his brother and sister. Poor Uncle
Jack's eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, I only hope it is true," he said.
Mr. Whipple walked softly into the hospital room. After a short talk with
the old woodchopper, Mr. Daniel Whipple cried:
"It is true! I am your brother! Oh, John, I have found you at last!"
There was no doubt of it. After further talking it over between them, Mr.
Daniel Whipple and Mr. John Whipple made sure they were brothers. And when
Uncle Jack (as many still kept on calling him) got better, every one could
see that he and Mr. Whipple, the department store owner, looked very much
alike, except that the woodchopper was older.
But I must not call him a woodchopper, for he was that no longer.
"You are coming to live with me," said his brother Dan. "I have enough to
look after you. No more hard work for you!"
"I am very happy," said Uncle Jack. "Bless the dear children; they helped
you to find me as much as any one did."
"Yes," said Uncle Dan, as the Bobbsey twins called Laddie's uncle, "if
Flossie and Freddie hadn't fallen off the ice-boat I might still be
looking for you, John.
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