As the rooms Mr. Bobbsey had taken were on the
tenth floor it would have been quite a fall for Freddie if he had
tumbled out. But after one look Bert said:
"Freddie couldn't have fallen from here. There's an iron railing all
around the outside of the window, and even Freddie couldn't get
through."
"I wonder where he is!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "I'm sure I saw him
here a moment ago!"
"Yes, he was here," said Nan. "I washed a speck of dirt off his chin,
and then Flossie wanted me to wash her hands."
"But I washed my own hands, I did!" exclaimed Flossie, looking at her
pink palms.
"And the soap slid all over the floor and every time I picked it up it
slid some more; didn't it, Nan?" she asked with a laugh.
"Yes," answered the older girl. "But where can Freddie be?"
"That's what I'm wondering," added Mrs. Bobbsey. "We must find him."
"I guess he went out into the hall," said Bert. "There's a boy in the
rooms next door about as old as Freddie, and I saw them talking
together yesterday.
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