Of course the Bobbsey twins went to school, and there is a book telling about them there, and the fun and adventures they had.  Later on they went to “Snow Lodge,” and after an exciting winter, they spent part of the summer on a houseboat.

When Bert, Nan, Flossie and Freddie went to Meadow Brook, which was the country home of Uncle Daniel, the twins never expected very much to happen.  But it did, and they talked about it for a long time.  Then they came home to have more good times, and, later on, went to a great city.  I haven’t space, here, to tell you all that happened.  You must get the book and read it for yourself.

After that they spent a summer on Blueberry Island, and there were gypsies on the island.  Some strange things happened, but the Bobbsey twins enjoyed every hour of their stay, and did not want to come home.

But they had to, of course, and still more strange adventures awaited them.  Those you may read about in the book just before this.  It is called:  “The Bobbsey Twins on the Deep, Blue Sea,” and in it is related how the family went on a voyage to an island off the coast of Florida, to rescue a poor, sick boy who had been left there by mistake.

Now they were home once more.

It was almost time for school to open for the fall term, and the twins were playing in the barn, making the most of the last days of their vacation, when the accident happened about the hay, as I have told you.

“Flossie!  Freddie!  Are you under there?” called Bert, anxiously, as he threw aside armful after armful of the dried grass.  “Are you down there under the hay?”

He paused a moment to listen for an answer, but none came.  If Flossie and Freddie were there, either they did not hear him or they were so smothered by the hay that they could not answer.

“Oh, I hope nothing has happened to them!” exclaimed Bert, and he began digging away faster than before.

Certainly it was a large pile of hay to have fallen on two little children.  But then the hay was soft, and Bert, himself, had often been buried under a pile in the field.  It had not hurt, but the dust had made him sneeze.

Faster and faster Bert dug away at the hay.  He heard feet pattering on the barn floor back of him, and, turning, saw Snap, the big dog, come running in.

“Oh, Snap!” cried Bert, “Flossie and Freddie are under the hay!  Help me dig ’em out!”

“Bow wow!” barked Snap, just as if he understood.  Of course he didn’t really know what had happened, but he saw Bert digging away and Snap himself knew enough to do that.  Often enough he had dug up, with his front paws, a bone he had buried in the hard ground.  This digging in the soft hay was easier than that.

So Snap began to paw aside the hay, just as Bert was doing, and while boy and dog were doing this into the barn came fat Dinah, with Nan running ahead of her.

“Whut’s dish yeah has happened, Bert?  Whut’s all dish yeah I heah Nan say?” demanded the black cook.  “Whut you done gone an’ done to yo’ l’il broth’ an’ sistah?  De pooh l’il honey lambs!”