"Oh!" exclaimed Freddie, springing back. Then his foot slipped on a wet, mossy stone, and the next moment the little fellow fell down into the water. "Bert!! Harry! Come and get me! I'm in!" he cried. Bert and Harry dropped their poles and came up on the run, but there was no danger, for the water was only a few inches deep, near shore, and Freddie was already on his feet when they reached him. "Oh! Oh!" sobbed the little fellow. "I--I'm all wet." "Never mind, you have your old clothes on," said his brother. "And I'll tell mother it was an accident." It was a warm summer day and a little wetting would not harm Freddie. He was taken back to a sunny place by Bert, and told to sit in the warm spot until he had dried out. Then the two larger boys went back to fish, but Freddie's accident must have scared all the fish away, for Bert and Harry caught no more. "My, but you are a sight, Freddie!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, when she saw the wet and muddy little twin. "But I suppose you could not help it." "No, mamma," he answered. "The fish made me fall in." It was almost time for the picnic party to start back home now. Dinah was packing up the knives, forks, and glasses, and throwing away the wooden plates. As she knelt over to fold up the table-cloth, she felt something touch her back, and the next moment something cold and wet touched her cheek. "Go 'long wif yo' now, Bert!" she exclaimed, not turning around. "Don't yo' put any ob dem wet slimy fish on me. Don't you do it!" Then something almost pushed Dinah over, and again she felt the wet object on the back of her neck. "Stop it! Stop it!" cried the colored cook. "Don't yo' put any toad down mah back, Bert!" "I'm not doing anything," Bert answered, and at the sound of his voice Dinah looked up and saw him some distance off. At the same time, though, Bert and Harry burst into a laugh. "Oh, look what Dinah thought was me!" cried Bert. Dinah turned around, just as a loud "Moo!" sounded in her ear, making her jump. "Good land ob massy!" she cried. "It's a cow!" And, surely enough, so it was. The cow had wandered out of the woods, and, coming up behind Dinah, had licked her neck with a big red tongue. Perhaps the cow thought Dinah was a lump of black salt! "Go 'way! Go 'long outer heah! Leef me be!" screamed Dinah, and catching up a handful of wooden plates she threw them at the cow. They rattled on the animal's horns, and then, with another "Moo!" the creature turned and crashed back through the bushes. "And Dinah thought that was I, tickling her with a fish tail," said Bert, laughing. "Dat's what I did, honey!" the colored cook said, with a laugh. "I s'pected yo' was up to some ob yo' all tricks!" They all laughed at this, and amid much fun and jollity the picnic things were packed up and the homeward walk begun. "Oh, we have had _such_ a good time!" sighed Nan. "I am sorry it is over."