"Oh, that's me," said Bumble. "My real name's Helen, but nobody ever calls
me it."
"Because she's like a bumble-bee," explained Bob. "She's always tumbling
about and knocking into people, and she's so buzzy and fat."
"Yes," said Bumble, good-naturedly, "I am; I'd like to be slim and graceful
like you, but I'm not, so I just put up with myself and have all the fun I
can."
Mr. Barlow gave Mr. Fleming a cordial invitation to continue his journey
with Patty, and spend the night at "The Hurly-Burly," as his country-place
on Long Island was called, but Cousin Tom declined, saying he had business
in New York.
"But, Patty," he said, "your new-found relatives seem to be in no immediate
danger of drowning."
"No," said Patty, who was consumed with curiosity to know what the telegram
could have meant.
"Drowning!" exclaimed Mr. Barlow, "what are you talking about? The bathing
is very safe at our place; there's really no danger at all, unless one is
positively foolhardy."
"No," said Patty, "but my telegram said--"
"Oh, I know," broke in Bumble.
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