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And every time the dining room door opened he looked around quickly, as if fearing to see Mr. Blipper come in. In the evening Mr. Bobbsey went down to the garage to see how the men were progressing with the repairs to his car, for they had promised to work all night. Bert went with his father. "I guess you'll be able to go on in the morning, Mr. Bobbsey," the garage man said. "I hope so.
I didn't think it would hurt, out here on the kitchen oil cloth, and honestly I wasn't going to squirt it." "No, I suppose not," said Mr. Bobbsey, wiping the water from his face, and glancing at his soaked newspaper. "So I just filled the tank with water from the sink," explained Freddie. "I I helped him," confessed Flossie, ready to take her share of the blame. "What happened next?" asked Mrs.
The twins had been in New York before, as those of you know who have read the book called "The Bobbsey Twins In a Great City." The hotel was soon reached, and, after being washed and freshened up in the bathroom of their apartment, the Bobbsey twins and their father and mother were ready to go down to supper.
Bobbsey thought it best to listen to that of the ticket agent, who, of course, would know more about the elevated trains than persons who only rode on them two or three times a day.
"Hey, Bert!" called a shrill voice, as the elder Bobbsey lad was looking about for some on the hill to whom he might appeal. "Can't I ride down with you, Bert?" It was Freddie who called, and he came running up, anxious to take part in the exciting race. "No, Freddie, not this time," explained Bert kindly. "I want only large boys with me in the race. I'll give you a ride afterward."
No one thought of looking under the pile of boards, for there were many such in the yard. And so Freddie remained hidden. When he was not to be found Mr. Bobbsey grew more and more anxious, and he hoped that James would come back to say that Freddie was safe at home. But when the watchman came back he said: "Your other children are playing in the yard of your house, Mr. Bobbsey.
"Where are Flossie and Freddie? I want to say good-bye to them." "They are playing with Laddie," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I'll get them." The two younger Bobbsey twins felt sorry that their father had to go away, but they were told he would soon be back again. But as Flossie and Freddie were having such fun playing with Laddie, they did not really think much about Mr.
"And to think that I will really own a tract of woodland like this!" "Yes," replied Mr. Bobbsey. "Your lumber tract will be much like this, except there will be places where trees have been cut down to be made into boards and planks. I suppose there are such places in these woods, but we cannot see them from the train."
"Oh, my nice apple!" cried the little girl, and before any one could stop her she had crawled under the front rail, and had run in between the bars. Right into the cage of the big elephant ran Flossie after her apple. For a moment Mr. Bobbsey, as well as his wife, was so surprised at what Flossie had done that neither could say or do anything.
"Well, this is a big one!" cried Charley. "I saw the two engines all smashed up." A little later the Bobbsey twins, in charge of Sam, came to the edge of the cut. They could look down to the railroad tracks and see the wreck. Surely enough, two trains had come together, one engine smashing into the other. Both trains were on the same track, and had been going in opposite directions.
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