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The scheme now is to pop down to the City Hall and get a license, which it appears you have to have if you want to bring this sort of binge off with any success and vim, and then what ho for the padre! Looking at it from every angle, a bit of a good egg, what! Happiest man in the world, and all that sort of thing." At this point in his somewhat incoherent epic Freddie paused.
And at the same time Freddie Firefly shouldered his way through the crowd and plucked at Chirpy Cricket's sleeve. "Don't you think " he asked earnestly "don't you think I ought to carry one of the banners myself?" "Perhaps so!" answered Chirpy Cricket. He was so taken aback that he really didn't know what else to say. "Which one do you prefer?"
But Snap is very fond of them." Freddie, who heard the talk, hurried over to where the dog was lying asleep in a patch of sunlight, and opened his mouth. "No, Snap didn't take 'em," said Freddie. "There aren't any crumbs in his teeth." "Well, maybe you can tell that way, but I doubt it," laughed Mr. Bobbsey. "Perhaps you forgot where you put the muffins, Dinah, or maybe there were none left."
"That's all right, Nan," said her mother kindly. "When papa comes in, and has had a cup of tea, we'll talk over matters, and decide what to do." "Well, are you all settled?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, as he came in, catching little Freddie up in his strong arms.
"I'm going to take my balloon to bed with me," said Freddie. "So am I!" exclaimed Flossie, who wanted to do as many things as did her brother. "Oh, I wouldn't," their mother said. "Leave the balloons here until morning." "And then we'll have a balloon race," proposed Bert. "What's a balloon race?" Freddie wanted to know. "No more talk to-night, little fat fireman!" said his mother.
They each had dark brown hair, brown eyes and were rather tall for their age, and not so very fat; though, of late, with all the good times they had had in the country at Blueberry Island and on the deep, blue sea, the older twins were getting stouter. "Fatter," Freddie called it. Flossie and Freddie were just the opposite of Bert and Nan.
You wake up, feeling as fit as a fiddle; you look at the window and see the sun, and thank Heaven for a fine day; you begin to plan a perfectly corking luncheon party with some of the chappies you met last night at the National Sporting Club; and then you remember. "Oh, dash it!" said the Honorable Freddie. And after a moment's pause: "And I was feeling so dashed happy!"
Whipple, the man who owned the store where Flossie's hat was bought the day the monkey chewed up hers, had met the two smaller twins in his wife's rooms one day, when Flossie and Freddie had come to play with Laddie. "Why, those are the two little children who were on the elevated express," said the store owner, in surprise. "That's so, you do know them, don't you?" returned Mrs. Whipple.
Here's a cowboy like those we're going to see a lot of when we get out West!" Freddie spoke so loudly that many in the crowd laughed, as did the cowboy himself. Then as the big man in the red shirt and sheepskin trousers happened to remember that he was there to advertise the show he began saying: "Step right inside, ladies and gentlemen, and boys and girls.
But some of the "show bills" were fastened up about the village streets, and many boys and girls said they would come if they could get the five pins. Finally all was ready for the little play. Flossie was made door- keeper and took up the admission pins. Freddie wanted to be a fireman in the show, so they let him do this.
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