"Well, are you all ready to start?" asked Uncle Daniel, as I shall call him, to distinguish him from Mr. Bobbsey, who was the farmer's brother. "All ready, I think," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. And off they started for Meadow Brook farm, the horses prancing through the village streets. "We'll have a lot of fun," said Harry to Bert, the two boys sitting next each other. "Maybe not as much fun as we had on your houseboat, Bert, but some, anyhow." "I'm sure we shall," Bert said. "I like a farm just as much as I do a houseboat," he added politely. "Have you got any little calves, Uncle Daniel?" asked Freddie. "Yes," answered the farmer. "And are there any little lambs?" Flossie wanted to know. "Yes, but there's an old ram, too, and you want to look out that he doesn't chase you, and knock you down," Mr. Bobbsey's brother went on. "Oh, is the ram dangerous?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, quickly. "Oh, no!" her brother-in-law informed her. "His horns are so curved that he can't use the sharp points, but he just does love to come up behind and butt you down. He did it to me the other day. But I keep the ram in a pasture by himself." The wagon rolled along the shady road, under the green trees, which made a grateful shade, for it was hot even though it was late in the afternoon. "Oh, there is Tom Mason!" cried Bert, as he saw a country boy he had met when on a visit to Meadow Brook some time before. He waved his hand to Tom who was in his front yard, his house not being far from Mr. Bobbsey's. "And there's Mabel Herold!" added Nan, as she saw a country girl she knew. "My, how she has grown!" Nan went on. "She didn't use to be up to my shoulder, and now she is taller than I am." "Oh, the country is a great place for growing," Uncle Daniel said, with a chuckle. "Mabel and Tom have been counting on your coming," said Harry. "I told them we expected you. We'll have some fine times together!" "I'm sure of it," agreed Bert. "Here we are!" called Uncle Daniel a little later, as the horses turned up a driveway in front of the Bobbsey country home. Lines of boxwood hedge grew along the graveled drive, and back of this hedge were beds of beautiful flowers, the perfume of which could be smelled this warm, August day. "Oh, how lovely it is here," sighed Nan, turning around from having waved a welcome to Mabel Herold. "Yes, I always like to come to Meadow Brook," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Whoa!" called Uncle Daniel. The door of the house opened, and in it stood Aunt Sarah, and behind her Martha, the smiling servant. "Oh, how glad I am to see you!" cried Aunt Sarah, as the children piled down from the wagon to hug and kiss her. "Now get your things off, and we'll have supper," she went on. "I'm hungry!" announced Freddie. "So am I!" added Flossie. "There was so much to look at in that eating car, I didn't eat half enough. "Well, we have plenty here, my dear," said her aunt.