Bobbsey. "Oh, Dick! do you suppose--"
What Mrs. Bobbsey feared was that the hotel was on fire, but she did
not want to say this in Freddie's hearing.
"There's a great big engine, and it's puffing and blowing out sparks,"
said the little fellow.
"Freddie ought to know a fire engine by this time when he sees one,"
Mr. Bobbsey said. "I'll get up and have a look. There may be a small
fire next door. Don't get frightened."
Mrs. Bobbsey got up too and slipped on a bath robe then, taking
Freddie by the hand, she went with him to the window in his room where
he had said he had looked out and had seen the fire engine.
But as Mr. Bobbsey took a look he laughed and said:
"This is the time you were fooled, little fireman! That isn't a fire
engine at all. That's some sort of engine they use for fixing the
streets. They have to work on the streets here after dark, as there
are too many automobiles and wagons on them in the day time. There
isn't any fire, Freddie!"
"Maybe there'll be a fire to-morrow," returned Freddie, rather
hopefully, though of course he did not really want any one's house to
be burned.
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