"Sometimes he used to call himself Jackson, and again it would be some other name. I think he may not have known who he really was. But if he does, it will be some time before he can tell me, or any one else. He was still out of his head when I came away."
"Are you going back?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Not until they send for me, which will be when he takes a turn for the better or worse. I want to do all I can for the poor old man, for he was so good to Flossie and Freddie. But now tell me about the goat."
Freddie and Flossie took turns doing that, and a very funny story they made of it, too. Mr, Bobbsey laughed, and laughed again. Then he had to hear about everything else that had happened while he was in Lakeport.
"And now tell us what happened there—I mean besides about Uncle Jack," said Nan. "Did you see any of my friends?"
"And did you see Bessie Benton?" Flossie asked, naming a little girl with whom she often played.
"Yes, I saw Bessie," said Mr. Bobbsey, "and she sent you her love."
