The Bobbsey Twins on the Deep Blue Sea

Chapter 14

Although she was a little worried about Freddie, Mrs. Bobbsey felt quite sure nothing very serious could happen to him. He would not go near enough the railing of the deck to fall over, for he and Flossie, as well as Bert and Nan, had promised not to do this while they were on the Swallow. And if the little boy had gone downstairs, as Flossie said, he could be in no danger there.

Even if he went to the motor room, thought Mrs. Bobbsey, he could come to no harm, for there is a man there all the while looking after the engine. But I must find him.

Flossie was still sobbing a little, and looking about the deck as if, by some chance, her doll might still be there.

Tell me how it happened, Flossie, said Mrs. Bobbsey.

Her husband was down in the cabin, talking to Captain Crane and Cousin Jasper. The cook was getting things ready for supper, one of the men was steering, and another was looking after the engine. Nan and Bert were up in the bow of the boat, watching the waves and an occasional seagull flying about, and Flossie was with her mother. The only one of her family Mrs. Bobbsey did not know about was Freddie.

It happened this way, said Flossie. I was playing up here with my rubber doll, making believe she was a princess, and I was putting a gold and diamond dress on her, when Freddie came up with a lot of string. I asked him what he was going to do, and he said he was going to fish, and he asked me if I had a piece of cookie.

What did he want of a piece of cookie? asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

He wanted it to fasten on his line for bait for the fishes, he said, went on Flossie. But I didnt have any cookie. I did have some before that, and so did Freddie. The cook gave them to us, but I did eat all my piece up and so did Freddie. So I didnt have any for his fishline.

Then what happened? asked Mrs. Bobbsey, as she started down the companionway to look for Freddie.

Well, Freddie asked me to go and get some more cookie from the cook, and I did, cause I was hungry and I wanted to eat more. But I couldnt find the cook, and when I came back upstairs again, and outdoorshere on deck, I meanI saw Freddie grab up my doll, and run down the other stairs.

Oh, well, maybe he only took it in fun, said Mrs. Bobbsey, and she was not at all worried now, feeling sure Freddie was safe, though he might be in some sort of mischief.

Anyhow he took my doll, Flossie went on. And he wouldnt bring her back to me when I told him to. Then II cried.

Yes, I heard you, said her mother. But you mustnt be such a baby, Flossie. Of course it wasnt right for Freddie to take your doll, but you shouldnt have cried about a little thing like that. Ill tell him he mustnt plague you.

But, Mother! he was going to throw my doll into the ocean, Im sure he was.

Oh, no, Flossie! Freddie wouldnt do a thing like that!

But I saw him tying a string to her, and Im sure he was going to throw her into the ocean.

Well, then he could pull her out again.

Yes, but I dont want my doll in the ocean. The ocean is salty, and if salty water gets in her eyes it might spoil them.

Mrs. Bobbsey wanted to laugh, but she did not dare, for that would have made Flossie feel worse than ever.

What makes you think Freddie was going to toss your doll into the ocean? asked Flossies mother.

Cause, before that he wanted me to do it to give her a bath. He had a long string and he said, lets tie it to the rubber doll and let her swim in the ocean.

No, he mustnt do that, of course, said Mrs. Bobbsey. And Ill tell him so when I find him. But perhaps he didnt do it, Flossie.

Oh, yes he did! said the little girl. When he ran downstairs with my doll, and wouldnt come back when I hollered at him, he was tying a string on her then. Oh, dear!

Never mind! Ill get your doll back, Mrs. Bobbsey said. But first we must find Freddie.

He went down those stairs, said Flossie, pointing to a flight that led to the motor room, where the engine was chug-chugging away, sending the Swallow over the waves. He went down there.

The engine room of the motor boat was a clean place, not like the engine room on a steamboat, filled with coal dust and a lot of machinery, and Mrs. Bobbsey knew it would be all right for her and Flossie to go down there and see what Freddie was doing.

Now dont cry any more, Flossies mother told her, giving the little girl a handkerchief on which to dry her tears. Well get your doll back, and Ill have to scold Freddie a little, I think.

Maybe you cant find him, said Flossie.

Oh, yes I can, her mother declared.

You cant find him if he is hiding away.

I dont think he will dare hide if he hears me calling him.

Maybe he will if hes got my doll, pouted Flossie.

Now, Flossie, you mustnt talk that way. I dont believe Freddie meant to be naughty. He was only heedless.

Well, I want my doll!

It was no easy matter for little Flossie to get down into the engine room of the motor boat. The little iron stairway was very steep, and the steps seemed to be very far apart.

Let me help you, Flossie, said her mother. I dont want you to fall and get yourself dirty.

Oh, Mother, it isnt a bit dirty down here! the little girl returned. Why, its just as clean as it can be!

Still, there may be some oil around.

Ill be very careful. But please let me go down all by myself, answered the little girl.

She was getting at that age now when she liked to do a great many things for herself. Often when there was a muddy place to cross in the street, instead of taking hold of somebodys hand Flossie would make a leap across the muddy place by herself.

Knowing how much her little girl was disturbed over the loss of her doll, Mrs. Bobbsey, at this time, allowed her to have her own way. And slowly and carefully the stout little girl lowered herself from one step of the iron ladder to the next until she stood on the floor of the engine room.

Now, I got down all right, didnt I? she remarked triumphantly.

Yes, my dear, you came down very nicely, the mother answered.

Down in the engine room a man was oiling the machinery. He looked up as Mrs. Bobbsey and Flossie came down the stairs.

Have you seen my little boy? asked Freddies mother. My little girl says he came down here.

So he did, answered the engineer. I asked him if he was coming to help me run the boat, and he said he would a little later. He had something else to do now, it seems.

What? asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

Well, he said he wanted to go fishing. And as I knew you wouldnt want him leaning over the rail I showed him where he could fish out of one of the portholes of the storeroom. A porthole is one of the round windows, the engineer said, so Flossie would know what he was talking about. I opened one of the ports for him, and said he could drop his line out of that. Then he couldnt come to any harm.

Did he have a line? asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

Yes, a good, strong one. I guess he must have got it off Captain Crane. Hes a fisherman himself, the captain is, and he has lots of hooks and lines on board.

Oh, I hope Freddie didnt have a hook! cried Mrs. Bobbsey.

Nom, answered the engineer. I didnt see any, and I dont think he did have any. He just had a long string, and I thought all he was going to do was to dangle it out of the porthole in the storeroom. He couldnt come to any harm there, I knew, and I could keep my eye on him once in a while.

Did he have my rubber doll? asked Flossie.

I didnt see any doll, answered the engineer. But hes in there now, he went on. You can ask him yourself.

Looking out of the engine room, Freddie could be seen farther back in the motor boat, in a place where boxes and barrels of food, and things for the boat, were kept. One of the side ports was open, and Freddies head was stuck out of this, so he could not see his mother and Flossie and the engineer looking at him.

Well, Im glad hes all right, said Mrs. Bobbsey with a sigh of relief. Thank you for looking after him.

Oh, I like children, said the man with a smile. I have some little ones of my own at home.

Mrs. Bobbsey and Flossie went into the storeroom. Freddie did not hear them, for his head was still out of the round window. There was no danger of his falling out, for he could not have got his shoulders through, so Mrs. Bobbsey was not frightened, even though the little boy was leaning right over deep water, through which the Swallow was gliding.

Oh, where is my doll? asked Flossie, looking about and not seeing it. I want my rubber doll!

Ill ask Freddie, said Mrs. Bobbsey, and then, in a louder voice, she called:

Freddie! Freddie! Where is Flossies doll? You mustnt take it away from her. I shall have to punish you for this!

For a moment it seemed as if the little boy had not heard what his mother had said. Then, when she called him again, he pulled his head in from the porthole and whispered:

Please dont make a noise, Mother! Im fishing, and a noise always scares the fish away!

But, Freddie, fishing or not, you mustnt take Flossies playthings, his mother went on.

Freddie did not answer for a moment. He had wound around his hand part of a heavy cord, which Mrs. Bobbsey knew was a line used to catch big fish. Freddie was really trying to catch something, it seemed.

Is there a hook on that line? asked Mrs. Bobbsey, fearing, after all, that her little boy might have found one.

Oh, no, Mother, theres no hook, Freddie answered. I just tied on- And then a queer look came over his face. His hand, with the line wound around it, was jerked toward the open porthole and the little boy cried:

Oh, I got a fish! I got a fish! I got a big fish!