will have plenty of food this Winter. He can keep warm, for he has a stove and can cut all the wood he wants. I sent our doctor to see him. But Dr. Haydon thinks Uncle Jack should go to a hospital."
"Then why don't you send him? He was so good to the children———"
"I know he was, but he won't go to the hospital. He says he knows it costs money and he won't let me spend any on him. But when I come back from New York I'll see what I can do. I think he'll be all right for a while, poor old man."
Uncle Jack, sitting on top of his load of wood, saw the children in the automobile and waved to them. The Bobbsey twins waved back.
"We must bring him something from New York," said Freddie.
"We could get him a little toy chick, and then he wouldn't be lonesome. Maybe he'd like that," added Flossie.
Little did the two small Bobbsey twins think what they would help to bring back from New York for the poor, old woodchopper.
