"Daddy will tell you a story, little fat fairy!" said Mr. Bobbsey as
he gently pinched the chubby cheek of his little girl. "I'll tell you
and my little fireman a story after supper."
Flossie and Freddie clapped their hands and danced along the sidewalk
in glee at hearing this.
The little party was soon at the Bobbsey home, and you can imagine how
surprised Mrs. Bobbsey was when she saw, not only her husband, the
children, and Sam coming in the gate, but a strange man. She must have
shown the surprise she felt, for Mr. Bobbsey said:
"Mary, you remember Hiram Hickson, don't you? He and I used to know
each other when I was a boy in Cedarville."
"Why, of course I remember you!" said the children's mother. "Though I
don't know that I should have known you if I had met you in the
street."
"No, I've changed a lot, I suppose," said the old man.
"And you have been in the wreck! You are hurt!" exclaimed Mrs.
Bobbsey. "Shall I get a doctor?"
"Oh, I'm not hurt anything to speak of," said the man.
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