"Yes," said Mr. Bobbsey with a smile at his wife as he picked Freddie
up, "you can generally depend on his doing something unusual, or
different. Well, he's a nice little boy," he murmured softly, as he
picked up the "fireman" and put him back in the berth.
Even then Freddie did not completely wake up. But he murmured
something in his dreams, though Mr. Bobbsey heard only a few words
about Indians and cowboys and sugar cookies.
"He's hungry even in his sleep!" said the father, with a silent laugh.
The other Bobbsey twins knew nothing of what had happened until
morning, when they were told of Freddie's little accident.
"And did I really fall out of bed?" asked Freddie, himself as much
surprised as any one.
"You certainly did!" laughed his mother. "At first I was startled,
being aroused so suddenly, but I saw that you were still sleeping and
I knew you couldn't be hurt very much."
"I didn't even feel it!" laughed Freddie. "And now I want my
breakfast!"
"Dear me! You want to eat again, after dreaming about sugar cookies?"
cried Mr.
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