"Well, there isn't a fire to-night--at least not around here," said
Mr. Bobbsey. "Now we can go back to bed."
Bert nor Nan nor Flossie had been awakened by the noise which roused
Freddie. And really it had sounded like a fire engine. A gang of men
with a big steam roller was at work in the street just below the
little Bobbsey twins' window. And smoke and sparks were spouting from
the boiler of the steam roller just as they often spouted from a fire
engine.
Freddie slept soundly after that little excitement, and the Bobbsey
family did not get up very early the next morning, as they were all
tired from their travel.
"Do we go on to Lumberville to-day, Daddy?" asked Bert after breakfast
in the hotel.
"Yes, we start this evening and travel all night again," his father
answered. "In the morning, or rather, about noon to-morrow, we ought
to be at the lumber tract."
"And shall I see 'em cut down trees?" asked Freddie.
"They don't do much cutting down of trees in the summer," said Mr.
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