The Bobbsey Twins on a Houseboat
Laura Lee Hope
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The Bobbsey Twins are the principal characters of what was, for 75 years, the Stratemeyer Syndicate's longest-running series of American children's novels, penned under the pseudonym Laura Lee Hope. The books related the adventures of the children of the upper-middle-class Bobbsey family, which included two sets of fraternal twins: Nan and Bert, who were twelve years old, and Flossie and Freddie, who were six. The Bobbsey Twins on a Houseboat is the sixth book in the series, published in 1915.

The Bobbsey Twins on a Houseboat

by
Laura Lee Hope


“THE BLUEBIRD” WAS INDEED A FINE, LARGE HOUSEBOAT

Chapter I.
Good News

“What are you doing, Freddie?” asked Bert Bobbsey, leaning over to oilthe front wheel of his bicycle, while he glanced at his littlebrother, who was tying strings about the neck of a large, handsomedog.

“Making a harness,” answered Freddie, not taking time to look up.

“A harness?” repeated Bert, with a little laugh. “How can you make aharness out of bits of string?”

“I’m going to have straps, too,” went on Freddie, keeping busily onwith his work. “Flossie has gone in after them. It’s going to be afine, strong harness.”

“Do you mean you are going to harness up Snap?” asked Bert, and hestood his bicycle against the side of the house, and came over towhere Freddie sat near the big dog.

“Yes. Snap is going to be my horse,” explained Freddie. “I’m going tohitch him to my express wagon, and Flossie and I are going to have aride.”

“Ha! Ha!” laughed Bert. “You won’t get much of a ride with that harness,” and he looked at the thin cord which the small boy waswinding about the dog’s neck.

“Why not?” asked Freddie, a little hurt at Bert’s laughter. Freddie,like all small boys, did not like to be laughed at.

“Why, Snap is so strong that he’ll break that string in no time,” saidBert. “Besides — ”

“Flossie’s gone in for our booty straps, I tell you!” said Freddie.“Then our harness will be strong enough. I’m only using string forpart of it. I wish she’d hurry up and come out!” and Freddie glancedtoward the house. But there was no sign of his little sister Flossie.

“Maybe she can’t find them,” suggested Bert. “You know what you andFlossie do with your books and straps, when you come home from schoolFriday afternoons — you toss them any old place until Monday morning.”

“I didn’t this time!” said sturdy little Freddie, looking up quickly.“I — I put ’em — I put ’em — oh, well, I guess Flossie can find ’em!” heended, for trying to remember where he had left his books was morethan he could do this bright, beautiful, Saturday morning, when therewas no school.

“I thought so!” laughed Bert, as he turned to go back to his bicycle,for he intended to go for a ride, and had just cleaned, and was nowoiling, his wheel.

“Well, Flossie can find ’em, so she can,” went on Freddie, as he heldhis head on one side and looked at a knotted string around the neck ofSnap, the big dog.

“I wonder how Snap is going to like it?” asked Bert. “Did you everhitch him to your express wagon before, Freddie?”