"Freddie!" pleaded Flossie. "And she asks how we would like to visit them this summer." "Fine, like it--lovely!" the little boy almost shouted, losing track of words in his delight. "Tell her we'll come, mamma," went on Freddie. "Do send a letter quick won't you, mamma?" "Freddie Bobbsey!" spoke up Flossie, in a little girl's way of showing indignation. "If you would only keep quiet we could hear about going, but--you always stop mamma. Please, mamma, read the rest," and the golden head was pressed against the mother's shoulder from the arm of the big rocking chair. "Well, I was only just saying--" pouted Freddie. "Now listen, dear." The mother went on once more reading from the letter: "Aunt Sarah says Cousin Harry can hardly wait until vacation time to see Bert, and she also says, 'For myself I cannot wait to see the babies. I want to hear Freddie laugh, and I want to hear Flossie "say her piece," as she did last Christmas, then I just want to hug them both to death, and so does their Uncle Daniel.'" "Good!--goody!" broke in the irrepressible Freddie again. "I'll just hug Aunt Sarah this way," and he fell on his mother's neck and squeezed until she cried for him to stop. "I guess she'll like that," Freddie wound up, in real satisfaction at his hugging ability. "Not if you spoil her hair," Flossie insisted, while the overcome mother tried to adjust herself generally. "Is that all?" Flossie asked. "No, there is a message for Bert and Nan too, but I must keep that for lunch time. Nobody likes stale news," the mother replied. "But can't we hear it when Bert and Nan come from school?" coaxed Flossie. "Of course," the mother assured her. "But you must run out in the air now. We have taken such a long time to read the letter." "Oh, aren't you glad!" exclaimed Flossie to her brother, as they ran along the stone wall that edged the pretty terrace in front of their home. "Glad! I'm just--so glad--so glad--I could almost fly up in the air!" the boy managed to say in chunks, for he had never had much experience with words, a very few answering for all his needs. The morning passed quickly to the little ones, for they had so much to think about now, and when the school children appeared around the corner Flossie and Freddie hurried to meet Nan and Bert, to tell them the news. "We're going! we're going!" was about all Freddie could say. "Oh, the letter came--from Aunt Sarah!" was Flossie's way of telling the news. But it was at the lunch table that Mrs. Bobbsey finished the letter. "'Tell Nan,'" she read, "'that Aunt Sarah has a lot of new patches and tidies to show her, and tell her I have found a new kind of jumble chocolate that I am going to teach her to make.' There, daughter, you see," commented Mrs. Bobbsey, "Aunt Sarah has not forgotten what a good little baker you are." "Chocolate jumble," remarked Bert, and smacked his lips. "Say, Nan, be sure to learn that. It sounds good," the brother declared.