I'll have my little fire engine all ready to put out the blaze, if it gets too big."
"A pail of water will be better," laughed Bert. "Your engine might get going so fast, like it did once, we couldn't stop it."
"I'll sharpen the sticks to put the marshmallows on," offered Harry.
"I wish Will Watson was here to help us eat these," said Nan a litle later that afternoon, when the children were having their marshmallow roast on a little island in the lake. "He was a nice boy."
"Yes, and he will be well looked after now," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Your father had a letter from the miner uncle to-day, saying he was going to make a miner of Will. He gave up the idea of going to sea."
"And will he dig gold?" asked Flossie.
"I suppose so, dear!"
"Oh, I'm going to dig gold when I grow to be a man," said Freddie. "May I have another marshmallow, Nan?"
"Yes, little fat fireman," she laughed.
A few days later, after making a trip around the lower end of the lake, the Bobbsey twins
