Chapter 1. The Broken Bridge
_ CHAPTER I. THE BROKEN BRIDGE
"Aren‘t you glad, Nan? Aren‘t you terrible glad?"
"Why, of course I am, Flossie!"
"And aren‘t you glad, too, Bert?" Flossie Bobbsey, who had first asked this question of her sister, now paused in front of her older brother. She looked up at him smiling as he cut away with his knife at a soft piece of wood he was shaping into a boat for Freddie. "Aren‘t you terrible glad, Bert?"
"I sure am, Flossie!" Bert answered, with a laugh. "What makes you ask such funny questions?"
"Well, if you‘re glad why doesn‘t you wiggle like I do?" asked Flossie, without answering Bert. "I feel just like wigglin‘ and squigglin‘ inside and outside!" she added.
"Well, wiggle as much as you please, dear, but don‘t get your dress dirty, whatever you do," advised Nan, with the air of a little mother, for she felt that she must look after her smaller sister, since Mrs. Bobbsey was not there to do it.
"Oh, I won‘t get my dress dirty!" l

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