human
I's done suah I put dat lap robe in de auto,
gpt
I thought you did, Sam, said Mrs. Bobbsey.
human
Yet when Mr. Bobbsey looked for it, to put around him, as he had no coat, the robe was gone.
gpt
Are you sure it isn't in the garage, Sam?
human
Sartin suah, sah! I done put it in de little auto when yo' all started off, 'case I reckoned it'd be dusty.
gpt
Well, the lap robe is gone like my coat, said Mr. Bobbsey.
human
Too bad, for it was a new one.
gpt
It suah am too bad! declared Sam.
human
Yo' all has me worried!
gpt
Well, you don't need to worry, Sam, said Mrs. Bobbsey kindly.
human
It isn't your fault. I know you put the robe in the auto, for I saw it when we started. But when I wanted it to wrap around Mr. Bobbsey, after his coat was taken, and it was cool riding home, the robe was gone.
gpt
Stolen, Mother, do you think?
human
I wouldn't say that. It may have fallen out on the way.
gpt
Well, that's two things gone the same day, said Mr. Bobbsey, who was still in his shirt sleeves, as he had come from the picnic.
human
My coat and the lap robe. I guess that Blipper's merry-go-round, which is to show at the Bolton County Fair, didn't bring me any good luck.