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Bert asked the girls, when the excitement over the pond lilies had died away. "We never went," replied Dorothy. "First, Freddie fell down and had to cry awhile, then he had to stop to see the gutter band, next he had a ride on the five-cent donkey, and by that time there were so many people out, mother said there would not be a pretty shell left, so we decided to go to-morrow morning."
"I knew I just had to steer, though, when I saw Charley fall off. We didn't want to run over Flossie and Freddie." "It's a good thing you sat so close to the steering wheel," put in Nan. "You grabbed it just in time." Flossie and Freddie came walking up the hill, and Charley, who had picked himself up, came walking down. He had not been hurt by his fall.
And finally she has a most discreditable flirtation with a man already engaged to her own cousin, please observe! and pulls wires for him all over the place in the most objectionable and unwomanly manner." "As if everybody didn't do that!" cried the Duchess. "You know, Freddie, that your own mother always used to boast that she had made six bishops and saved the Establishment."
The President's wife saw what the little Bobbsey twins had done, and, as quick as a flash, she kissed her hand back to Flossie and Freddie. "Oh, isn't that sweet!" exclaimed a woman in the throng, and when, afterward, Nan told her mother what had happened, Mrs. Bobbsey said that when Flossie and Freddie grew up they would long remember their first sight of a President of the United States.
"Then I can't come. For I shall be sound asleep right after sunset." Buster Bumblemee's mind was made up. Although Chirpy Cricket told him it would be a shame for him to miss the torchlight procession, which was sure to be a great success, because Freddie Firefly had promised to be there with one hundred and twenty-seven of his relations, Buster still shook his head.
"I don't see him," went on Mr. Bobbsey. "He must have gone inside." But Freddie was not there, nor was he anywhere on the outside platform that surrounded the topmost peak of the tall building. "Oh, where is he? What has happened to Freddie?" cried his mother. "If he has fallen! Freddie!" The startled cries of Mrs.
"But they are pretty good skaters for such small children." "Everybody ready?" asked Bert, when the two small twins had taken their places, and Tommy Todd was between them and Bert and Nan. "All right," answered Freddie. "I am, too," came from Tommy. "Then go!" cried Bert, suddenly. The skating race was started.
"No skating or ice-boating now," said Bert, "and not for some days. We'll have to wait for a thaw and another freeze." "But we can take walks in the woods; can't we?" asked Nan. "Would you like that, Dorothy?" "Indeed I would," was the answer. "Can't we come?" asked Freddie. "Flossie and I have rubber boots." "Yes, you may come for a little way," said Bert. "We won't go far.
"It means the ship is all smashed to pieces; doesn't it?" asked Freddie of Tommy. "That's it; yes. My father's ship was in a storm and was smashed on the rocks. Everybody on it, and my father too, was drowned in the ocean, the paper said. That's why I like the country better than the ocean." "I used to like the ocean," said Flossie slowly.
All four got into the boat, and Harry took care of Freddie while the other boys rowed. "Oh. I'm afraid someone has stoled Downy," cried Freddie, "and maybe they'll make make pudding out of him." "No danger," said Hal, laughing. "No one around here would touch your duck. But he might have gotten curious to see the ocean. He certainly doesn't seem to be around here."
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