But I'm so
s'prised dat Freddie done scared his li'l sister, dat's whut I am.
Freddie done scared honey lamb mos' to pieces!"
"I--I didn't mean to," repeated Freddie.
"But did you really cut down Dinah's wash line?" his mother asked him,
when it had been found that Flossie was only frightened and not hurt.
"I--I cut off a little piece," said Freddie, showing a dangling end in
his hand. "I didn't think it would fall down. I didn't mean to make
it."
"But what made you cut any of it?" asked his father, tying the cut
ends together while Dinah took up the sheets which had fallen to the
ground and had some black spots on them. "Why did you cut the clothes
line, Freddie?"
Mr. Bobbsey did not call his little boy "fireman" now. That was a pet
name, and used only when Freddie had been good, and he had been a
little bad now, though perhaps he did not mean to.
"I--I cut the line to get a piece of rope," said Freddie.
"What did you want a piece of rope for?" asked his father.
"I wanted to make a lasso to lasso Indians as Bert's going to do,"
Freddie answered.
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