ON THE RAFT “Flossie! Flossie! Look at me! I’m having a steamboat ride! Oh, look!” “I am looking, Freddie Bobbsey!” “No, you’re not! You’re playing with your doll! Look at me splash, Flossie!” A little boy with blue eyes and light, curling hair was standing on a raft in the middle of a shallow pond of water left in a green meadow after a heavy rain. In his hand he held a long pole with which he was beating the water, making a shower of drops that sparkled in the sun