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Mrs Parker appeared out of the kitchen, wiping her hands. Her work for the evening, like her husband's, was over. Presently what is technically called a "useful girl" would come in to wash the dishes, leaving the evening free for social intercourse. Mrs Parker had done well by her patrons that night, and now she wanted a quiet chat with Parker over a glass of Freddie Rooke's port.
So if we want to get our share we'll have to start soon. Nan and I will look after Flossie and Freddie, Mother." Mrs. Bobbsey thought for a moment. "Yes, I guess it will be all right," she said. "The woods are safe, and there are no snakes this time of year." "I'm not afraid of snakes," exclaimed Freddie. "They only stick out their tongues at you." "Some snakes bite," said Bert.
They entered one of the many elevators, with a number of other persons who also wanted to go to the Woolworth tower, and, in a moment, the sliding doors were closed. "Oh!" suddenly exclaimed Nan. And Flossie, Freddie and Bert all said the same thing, while Mrs. Bobbsey clasped her husband's arm and looked rather queer. "What's the matter?" asked her husband.
We'll take the eggs out of the nests, and you and Flossie can carry the eggs in a little basket to Aunt Bobbsey." "Oh, yes!" cried Flossie. "I want to do that!" "So do I!" added Freddie. Anything Flossie wanted to do he generally did also. "All right," said Nan, waving to Bert and Harry to hurry away before the small twins changed their minds.
The traffic policeman who stood in the middle of the two streets looked very much surprised. Then he saw it was Freddie who had blown the whistle, and he shook his finger at the little boy in warning. "He wants you to stop," said Nan, and made Freddie put the whistle in his pocket for the time being. Then the Bobbseys and their friends hurried on their way.
Snap ran about barking in delight. He seemed happy to be doing tricks. "Let's go tell papa," said Freddie. "He'll want to know about this." "Oh, I do hope he lets us keep him," said Flossie. Mr. Bobbsey had not yet gone to his lumber office. He listened to what the little twins had to tell them about Snap, who lay on the lawn, seeming to listen to his own praises. "A trick dog; eh?" exclaimed Mr.
"Let me help, too!" begged Flossie. "I want to get Freddie out!" But there was no room for Flossie to get hold of her brother. Nan and Bert pulled once more, while Freddie himself pushed, but his head was still held fast between the back of the piano and the wall of the room. "Oh! Oh! Can't you get me loose?" wailed the little "fireman." "We'd better call mother!" cried Nan.
"Do you know where we are?" asked Freddie of his sister. "No," she answered, "I don't. It doesn't look as if we were on any street at all. Look at the tall grass all around us." Standing up through the snow was the tall meadow grass that had not been cut. Freddie looked at it. "Oh, now I know where we are!" he cried. "We're down on the meadows.
"And so we'll all sit down and have lunch." And while they were eating Flossie and Freddie told how they had slipped out, when their mother and father were busy talking to Mrs. Powendon, and while Bert and Nan were looking out of the window. They had been in dining cars on railroad trains before, and so they knew pretty nearly what to do.
And after giving another long string of hoots, which he followed with a burst of loud laughter, Solomon Owl popped into his house. Anyhow, Freddie Firefly couldn't complain, for he now had a remedy for his trouble. And he felt so carefree and happy again that on his way across the meadow he stopped to talk with Jimmy Rabbit, who was taking a stroll in the direction of Farmer Green's cabbage patch.
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