human
Aren't you glad, Nan? Aren't you terrible glad?
gpt
Why, of course I am, Flossie!
human
And aren't you glad, too, Bert? Flossie Bobbsey, who had first asked this question of her sister, now paused in front of her older brother. She looked up at him smiling as he cut away with his knife at a soft piece of wood he was shaping into a boat for Freddie.
gpt
Aren't you terrible glad, Bert?
human
I sure am, Flossie! Bert answered, with a laugh.
gpt
What makes you ask such funny questions?
human
Well, if you're glad why doesn't you wiggle like I do? asked Flossie, without answering Bert.
gpt
I feel just like wigglin' and squigglin' inside and outside!
human
Well, wiggle as much as you please, dear, but don't get your dress dirty, whatever you do,
gpt
Oh, I won't get my dress dirty! laughed Flossie.
human
I'm just goin' to wiggle standin' up,
gpt
Don't forget your 'g' letters! called Nan, shaking her finger at her sister.
human
You must say 'going' and 'standing' not 'goin',' my dear, or 'standin',' you know.
gpt
Yes, I know. But when you feel like wigglin'--I mean wigglING, and Flossie said the last syllable very loudly,
human
I don't guess so,
gpt
Oh, I just can hardly wait till the auto truck comes; can you, Nan? asked Flossie, dancing over the lawn like a fairy in a play.
human
Oh, I'm so glad it doesn't rain!
gpt
Yes, the weather is lovely, agreed Nan.
human
And if you don't think so much about it, Flossie, the truck will get here all the sooner.
gpt
But I _like_ to think about it! cried Flossie.
human
It's the same as Christmas! The more you think about it the more fun it is! Oh, I'm going to look down the road and see if the truck is coming!
gpt
Be careful about climbing on the gate! warned Nan.
human
If you get rusty spots on your white dress they won't come out!
gpt
I'll be careful, Flossie promised, calling back over her shoulder, and, as she tripped along she sang:
human
We're going to a picnic! We're going to a picnic!
gpt
I think I'd better watch her so she won't soil her clothes, said Nan, getting up from a bench, where she had been sitting beside the boxes and baskets of lunch.
human
It would be too bad if she should get her dress dirty and couldn't go.
gpt
I'm not going to get my clothes dirty, am I, Nan?
human
I hope not,
gpt
Ouch!
human
What's the matter?
gpt
Cut myself!
human
Oh! Oh, dear!
gpt
Oh, don't get any on my clean blouse, else I can't go to the picnic!
human
That's all you care about me, Freddie! he joked.
gpt
I cut my finger, while making you a little boat, and all you care about is that I mustn't dirty your white blouse! I'll make you a lot more ships--I guess not!
human
Oh, but I am sorry for you! Freddie declared.
gpt
Only I do so want to go to the picnic!
human
Yes, I know, Bert went on, seeing that Freddie was taking his talk too seriously.
gpt
I won't get any blood on you!
human
Is it much of a cut? asked Nan
gpt
Do you want me to get the iodine? Their Mother had taught the Bobbsey twins not to neglect hurts of this kind, and iodine, they knew, was good to