On the way he was wondering as to the best way of getting Freddie out
of the show. It would be dark inside, Bert knew, though the picture on
the screen made it light at times. But it would be too dark to pick
Freddie out of the crowd, especially as the theater was a large place
and Bert did not know where his small brother would be sitting.
"I guess I'll have to speak to the girl that sells tickets, and maybe
she can tell me how to find Freddie," thought Bert.
But when he reached the moving picture theater he had no trouble at
all. For Freddie was there, and he was outside, and not inside at all.
And the reason Freddie had not gone in was for the same reason that a
number of other boys and girls were standing outside the theater.
In the lobby, or the open place near the ticket window, stood a tall
man, wearing a red shirt, a big hat with a leather band on it, and,
around his neck, a large purple handkerchief. The man wore big boots,
and his trousers, instead of being of cloth as were those of Bert's
father, were made of sheepskin.
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