| Author: | Laura Lee Hope | ISBN: | 1230000396219 |
| Publisher: | Starling and Black | Publication: | April 29, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Starling and Black | Language: | English |
| Author: | Laura Lee Hope |
| ISBN: | 1230000396219 |
| Publisher: | Starling and Black |
| Publication: | April 29, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Starling and Black |
| Language: | English |
"This is 'most as much fun as we had on Blueberry Island, or when we went to Florida on the deep, blue sea, isn't it, Bert?" asked Nan Bobbsey, as she sat on the porch and fanned herself with her hat. She and her brother had been running around the house, playing a new game, and Nan was warm.
"Yes, it's fun all right," agreed Bert. "But I liked the deep, blue sea better—or even Blueberry Island," and off came his hat to cool his flushed face, for, though it was late in September, the day was warm.
"But we couldn't stay on the island, always," went on Nan. "We have to go to school, daddy says!"
"Don't speak about it!" begged Bert. "I don't want to go to school for a long, long time, and not then!"
"Have we got to go to school?" asked a little light-haired and blue-eyed girl, as she ran up the steps, to sink in a heap at the feet of her sister, Nan Bobbsey. "When do we go?" she went on.
"This is 'most as much fun as we had on Blueberry Island, or when we went to Florida on the deep, blue sea, isn't it, Bert?" asked Nan Bobbsey, as she sat on the porch and fanned herself with her hat. She and her brother had been running around the house, playing a new game, and Nan was warm.
"Yes, it's fun all right," agreed Bert. "But I liked the deep, blue sea better—or even Blueberry Island," and off came his hat to cool his flushed face, for, though it was late in September, the day was warm.
"But we couldn't stay on the island, always," went on Nan. "We have to go to school, daddy says!"
"Don't speak about it!" begged Bert. "I don't want to go to school for a long, long time, and not then!"
"Have we got to go to school?" asked a little light-haired and blue-eyed girl, as she ran up the steps, to sink in a heap at the feet of her sister, Nan Bobbsey. "When do we go?" she went on.
