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, w 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.