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Katharine Green Megapack

      The Zane Grey Megapack

      The Edmond Hamilton Megapack

      The Dashiell Hammett Megapack

      The C.J. Henderson Megapack

      The M.R. James Megapack

      The Selma Lagerlof Megapack

      The Harold Lamb Megapack

      The Murray Leinster Megapack***

      The Second Murray Leinster Megapack***

      The Jonas Lie Megapack

      The Arthur Machen Megapack**

      The Katherine Mansfield Megapack

      The George Barr McCutcheon Megapack

      The A. Merritt Megapack*

      The Talbot Mundy Megapack

      The E. Nesbit Megapack

      The Andre Norton Megapack

      The H. Beam Piper Megapack

      The Mack Reynolds Megapack

      The Second Mack Reynolds Megapack

      The Rafael Sabatini Megapack

      The Saki Megapack

      The Darrell Schweitzer Megapack

      The Robert Sheckley Megapack

      The Bram Stoker Megapack

      The Lon Williams Weird Western Megapack

      The Virginia Woolf Megapack

      The William Hope Hodgson Megapack

      * Not available in the United States

      ** Not available in the European Union

      ***Out of print.

      OTHER COLLECTIONS YOU MAY ENJOY

      The Great Book of Wonder, by Lord Dunsany (it should have been called “The Lord Dunsany Megapack”)

      The Wildside Book of Fantasy

      The Wildside Book of Science Fiction

      Yondering: The First Borgo Press Book of Science Fiction Stories

      To the Stars—And Beyond! The Second Borgo Press Book of Science Fiction Stories

      Once Upon a Future: The Third Borgo Press Book of Science Fiction Stories

      Whodunit?—The First Borgo Press Book of Crime and Mystery Stories

      More Whodunits—The Second Borgo Press Book of Crime and Mystery Stories

      X is for Xmas: Christmas Mysteries

      THE BOBBSEY TWINS

      CHAPTER I

      The Bobbsey Twins at Home

      The Bobbsey twins were very busy that morning. They were all seated around the dining-room table, making houses and furnishing them. The houses were being made out of pasteboard shoe boxes, and had square holes cut in them for doors, and other long holes for windows, and had pasteboard chairs and tables, and bits of dress goods for carpets and rugs, and bits of tissue paper stuck up to the windows for lace curtains. Three of the houses were long and low, but Bert had placed his box on one end and divided it into five stories, and Flossie said it looked exactly like a “department” house in New York.

      There were four of the twins. Now that sounds funny, doesn’t it? But, you see, there were two sets. Bert and Nan, age eight, and Freddie and Flossie, age four.

      Nan was a tall and slender girl, with a dark face and red cheeks. Her eyes were a deep brown and so were the curls that clustered around her head.

      Bert was indeed a twin, not only because he was the same age as Nan, but because he looked so very much like her. To be sure, he looked like a boy, while she looked like a girl, but he had the same dark complexion, the same brown eyes and hair, and his voice was very much the same, only stronger.

      Freddie and Flossie were just the opposite of their larger brother and sister. Each was short and stout, with a fair, round face, light-blue eyes and fluffy golden hair. Sometimes Papa Bobbsey called Flossie his little Fat Fairy, which always made her laugh. But Freddie didn’t want to be called a fairy, so his papa called him the Fat Fireman, which pleased him very much, and made him rush around the house shouting: “Fire! fire! Clear the track for Number Two! Play away, boys, play away!” in a manner that seemed very lifelike. During the past year Freddie had seen two fires, and the work of the firemen had interested him deeply.

      The Bobbsey family lived in the large town of Lakeport, situated at the head of Lake Metoka, a clear and beautiful sheet of water upon which the twins loved to go boating. Mr. Richard Bobbsey was a lumber merchant, with a large yard and docks on the lake shore, and a saw and planing mill close by. The house was a quarter of a mile away, on a fashionable street and had a small but nice garden around it, and a barn in the rear, in which the children loved at times to play.

      “I’m going to cut out a fancy table cover for my parlor table,” said Nan. “It’s going to be the finest table cover that ever was.”

      “Nice as Aunt Emily’s?” questioned Bert. “She’s got a—a dandy, all worked in roses.”

      “This is going to be white, like the lace window curtains,” replied Nan.

      While Freddie and Flossie watched her with deep interest, she took a small square of tissue paper and folded it up several times. Then she cut curious-looking holes in the folded piece with a sharp pair of scissors. When the paper was unfolded once more a truly beautiful pattern appeared.

      “Oh, how lubby!” screamed Flossie. “Make me one, Nan!”

      “And me, too,” put in Freddie. “I want a real red one,” and he brought forth a bit of red pin-wheel paper he had been saving.

      “Oh, Freddie, let me have the red paper for my stairs,” cried Bert, who had had his eyes on the sheet for some time.

      “No, I want a table cover, like Nanny. You take the white paper.”

      “Whoever saw white paper on a stairs—I mean white carpet,” said Flossie.

      “I’ll give you a marble for the paper, Freddie,” continued Bert.

      But Freddie shook his head. “Want a table cover, nice as Aunt Em’ly,” he answered. “Going to set a flower on the table too!” he added, and ran out of the room. When he came back he had a flowerpot in his hand half the size of his house, with a duster feather stuck in the dirt, for a flower.

      “Well, I declare!” cried Nan, and burst out laughing. “Oh, Freddie, how will we ever set that on such a little pasteboard table?”

      “Can set it there!” declared the little fellow, and before Nan could stop him the flowerpot went up and the pasteboard table came down and was mashed flat.

      “Hullo! Freddie’s breaking up housekeeping!” cried Bert.

      “Oh, Freddie! do take the flowerpot away!” came from Flossie. “It’s too big to go into the house.”

      Freddie looked perplexed for a moment. “Going to play garden around the house. This is a—a lilac tree!” And he set the flowerpot down close to Bert’s elbow. Bert was now busy trying to put a pasteboard chimney on his house, and did not notice. A moment later Bert’s elbow hit the flowerpot and down it went on the floor, breaking into several pieces and scattering the dirt over the rug.

      “Oh, Bert! what have you done?” cried Nan, in alarm. “Get the broom and the dustpan, before Dinah comes.”

      “It was Freddie’s fault.”

      “Oh, my lilac tree is all gone!” cried the little boy. “And the boiler to my fire engine, too,” he added, referring to the flowerpot, which he had used the day before when playing fireman.

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