"Oh, I don't want to go to bed!" exclaimed Bert. "There's a nice
moving picture in the theater near this hotel! It's all about Indians
and cowboys, and daddy said he'd take us after supper. Anyhow, he said
he'd take Nan and me."
"If he said so I suppose he will," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But I can't let
Flossie and Freddie go, and I am too tired to go myself."
"Oh, I want to see the Indians!" cried Freddie when he heard what was
being talked about.
"No, dear. You and Flossie stay here with me in the hotel, and I'll
read you a story," promised his mother. She knew by his tired little
legs and his sleepy eyes that she would not have to read more than one
story before he and Flossie would be fast asleep.
And so it proved. Mr. Bobbsey took Nan and Bert to the moving picture
theater a few doors from the hotel, promising to bring them back
early, so they would not lose too much sleep. Then Mrs. Bobbsey sat
down to read to Flossie and Freddie.
Just as she had expected, before she reached the end of the story two
little heads were nodding and four sleepy eyes could hardly keep open.
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