I vaguely recall reading some Bobbsey twins books thirty plus years ago. So when I ran across this one in a box of books from a garage sale, I thought I'd see if there was some nostalgic value.

Nope.

This book has not aged well. The casual racism (really, LLH, you have one black character who has more than a line or two, and the first thing they talk about is stealing watermelons in a dialect so overdone that Margaret Mitchell would tell you to tone it down?) the assumption that snakes are all to be killed, and the scene where the four year olds are given fireworks to toss at people and animals... yeah, it's cringeworthy.

But setting that aside, is the story good enough to ignore or pass over those issues?

Again, Nope.

Actually, calling it a story is not quite accurate. It's just a series of events only loosely connected by the same poorly written characters. The writing is stilted and dull, the dialogue barely above Dick and Jane, and the very small amount of characterization just shows up how annoying most of these people would be.
About the only scene that held my attention is the cider-making bit. With a bit of re-writing, that one would be passable. For the rest, this book is going in my giveaway pile.