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Dinah, too, came waddling into the room, bringing a candle which dripped grease down on her bare feet. The grease was hot, and as Dinah felt it, she gave a yell which was almost as startling as was Freddie's. "Oh, what is it?" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "Candle grease done splashed on mah toe, an' burnt me," Dinah explained, as she stood on one foot, and held the other on top of it to ease the pain.
You don't promise until you intend to stick, and once you've promised all hell couldn't change you." "Another thing very unfortunate, too. It looks to me as if I'd be dependent on you for money." Freddie's eyes wavered. "Oh, we'd never quarrel about that," said he with an attempt at careless confidence. "No," replied she quietly. "For the best of reasons.
I'm going to put you wise if I die for it." "Don't," said Susan. "I don't want to know." "But I've got to tell you. Do you know what Freddie's going to do?" Susan smiled disdainfully. "I don't care. You mustn't tell me when you've been drinking this way " "Finnegan's police judge is a man named Bennett.
Then, just as she might have stirred a cake with the big spoon, she began digging in the snow. It was almost as good as a shovel. In a little while Freddie's head was uncovered, and then it was easy to get him out. He wasn't hurt a bit, only a little scared, and he laughed when Dinah and Flossie brushed the snow off him.
Bobbsey looked up and down the corridor, but she saw nothing of her little boy. She was hurrying toward the elevators, where the red light burned at night, when she met one of the chambermaids who looked after the rooms and made up the beds. "Are you looking for your little boy?" asked the maid, smiling pleasantly at Mrs. Bobbsey and the children. "Yes, I am," answered Freddie's mother.
Crow often visits it. And if he can fly that far, at his age, a youngster like you ought not to mind the trip." "Perhaps you know best," Freddie Firefly told Mrs. Ladybug at last. "I'll take your advice just this once, and I'll see how I like the work. But there's another question I'd like to ask you: What will the trains do after they stop?" While laughing over Freddie's question Mrs.
And then, before anyone could stop him, Freddie unreeled the little rubber hose of his fire engine, and pointed the nozzle at the struggling gobbler and cat in the middle of the barn floor. I have told you, I think, that Freddie's engine held real water, and, by winding up a spring a little pump could be started, squirting a stream of water for some distance. "Whoop!
We can put them in this until we build a larger one. We can make one out of a box with a wire door." The mice were the smallest, cutest things, not larger than Freddie's thumb. They hardly looked like mice at all, but like some queer little bugs. They were put in the cage trap, mother and all, and then Bert got them a bit of cheese from the kitchen. "What!
Since they kept growing brighter, Chirpy Cricket knew that they must be moving towards him, and that many of the Firefly family had accepted his invitation. Soon a great host of Freddie's relations surrounded Chirpy Cricket. They flashed their lights in his eyes, so that he was almost blinded by the glare.
From all sorts of hiding places came running the boys and girls who had been playing hide-and-seek. Freddie's voice told every one that he was in trouble. "Oh, Freddie!" cried Flossie, who had hidden under the couch in the dining room. "What's the matter? Where's your head?" For she saw only her brother's little fat legs and plump body near the piano. "Where's your head, Freddie?" she cried.
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