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But say, I want to ask you do you think we'll meet Santa Claus before we get home?" "No, Freddie. The idea! What makes you think that?" "Well, it's near Christmas, and we're out in a sled, and he goes out in a sled, only with reindeers of course, and " Freddie's voice trailed off sleepily. In fact he had aroused himself from almost a nap to ask Nan the question.
Don't you realize that poor Jill will be there? How do you suppose she will feel when she sees that blackguard again? The cad who threw her over and nearly broke her heart!" Freddie's jaw fell. He groped for his fallen eyeglass. "Oh, my aunt! Do you think she will be pipped?" "A sensitive girl like Jill!" "But, listen. Derek wants to marry her." "What!" "Oh, absolutely. That's why he's come over."
"Freddie's in trouble again!" thought Bert. It was not the first time Freddie had gotten into mischief. Though usually he was a pretty good boy, he sometimes made trouble without intending to. I have told you there were two sets of Bobbsey twins, and those of you who have read the first book of this series know what I mean by that.
I took a sort of look at it before setting it aside, and it was from a fellow named Jones; and it said that this girl, Valentine, was sticking onto young Freddie's letters what he'd written her, and would see him blowed if she parted with them under another thousand. And, as I made it out, Freddie had already given her five hundred.
If Mr Pilkington was feeling like a too impulsive seller of gold-mines, Freddie's emotions were akin to those of the Spartan boy with the fox under his vest. Nothing but Winchester and Magdalen could have produced the smile which, though twisted and confined entirely to his lips, flashed onto his face and off again at his hostess' question. "Oh, rather! Priceless!"
"Yep," he faltered, getting a better hold on Freddie's hand, "but I want to come back here," he finished. Poor darling! So many changes of home in his life had made him fear another. "Oh, I am sure you will come to see us again," Mrs. Bobbsey declared. "Maybe you can come to Lakeport when we go home in the fall."
The Bobbseys and their new friends were standing in the theatre aisle, waiting for the crowds ahead of them to pass out. "We're strangers in New York," added Mrs. Bobbsey. "We are staying at the Parkview Hotel " "Why, that's where my husband and I have been living for a number of years," said Freddie's aunt. "My husband has a department store in Harlem, but he likes to live in this section.
"Yes, take the youngsters up," urged Mr. Carford. "At least don't decide against it now. I'll leave the keys with you, and you can go any time you like. I don't suppose it will be until after Christmas, though, for Santa Claus might not be able to get up there," and he pinched Freddie's fat cheek.
"Freddie never goes home by himself after he has come to see me without telling me that he is going. I wonder where he is." Mr. Bobbsey looked and called Freddie's name, but the little fellow, being sound asleep, did not hear. Then Mr. Bobbsey told several of his men about the little lost boy, and they began searching for him.
At this, coming from Nan, Johnnie had nothing to say, except that he murmured, as he walked away: "Huh! A houseboat's nothing. We've got a baby at our house, and it's got hair on its head, and two teeth!" "A houseboat's better'n a baby," was Freddie's opinion. "It is not!" cried Johnnie. "It is so!" Freddie exclaimed. "Hush!" begged Nan. "Please don't dispute. Houseboats and babies are both nice.
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