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Freddie and Flossie went to her seat, and with a handkerchief, that Flossie said afterward was almost as big as a table cloth, the fat lady wiped the water off Freddie's coat. The little boy held the silver cup in his hand, and feeling, somehow, that he ought to repay the fat lady's kindness in some way after thanking her, he asked: "Would you like a drink of water?
"Can set it there!" declared the little fellow, and before Nan could stop him the flower-pot went up and the pasteboard table came down and was mashed flat. "Hullo! Freddie's breaking up housekeeping!" cried Bert. "Oh, Freddie! do take the flower-pot away!" came from Flossie. "It's too big to go into the house." Freddie looked perplexed for a moment. "Going to play garden around the house.
"What will happen here next? Come back, sir," he went on to Mr. Bobbsey, "I'll get him out for you." "Then please be quick. He may fall off and the turtle may bite him or drown him," said Freddie's father. "Well, the turtle could give him a bad bite," returned the Aquarium man. "But if he holds on a little longer I'll get your boy."
Freddie's sensation, on perceiving him, was one of relief. He had been half afraid it was the bishop. He recognized Ashe as the valet chappie who had helped him to bed on the occasion of his accident. It might be that he had come in a respectful way to make inquiries, but he was not likely to stop long. He nodded and went on reading.
It's on'y ma fierce pride that saves me don't ye cry over Miss' Freddie's way o' speakin' " "It wasn't Mrs. Freddie, it wasn't anybody " Felicia lifted her streaming eyes from Janet's spare bosom. She was deeply chagrined that the group hovering on the stairway could see her tears.
He had had a brilliant career at Oxford, and now, in the House of Commons, was already looked upon by the leaders of his party as one to be watched and encouraged. He played polo superlatively well, and was a fine shot. But of all his gifts and qualities the one that extorted Freddie's admiration in its intensest form was his lion-like courage as exemplified by his behavior in the present crisis.
Freddie wouldn't talk back until a new cook arrived, and usually departed in a wholesome rage which didn't at all deter her from accepting Mr. Freddie's sizable peace offering. To see her "washing oop" after dinner on an evening when she was about to depart FOREVER or anyhow until Mr. Freddie came for her again was a tremendous sight.
Freddie's cries roused the whole house at Meadow Brook, for the little Bobbsey boy had a strong, ringing voice. His mother was suddenly awakened from her sleep in the next room. Aunt Sarah and Uncle Daniel heard him in their apartment. Nan, Bert and Harry also heard him. "Oh, Freddie!" cried Flossie, who slept in the same room with her little brother. "What is it?
"Dat suah am a fine fire engine!" Snap sprang about, barking and wagging his tail, and, there being no more water in Freddie's engine, he had to stop pumping, for which every one was glad. "You must not do that again," said Mrs. Bobbsey, when the excitement was over, and laughing Dinah had dried her face, and put on another apron. "You frightened us all, Freddie, and that is not nice, you know."
He had a punch like a kick from a dray horse but when called upon to use his hands he preferred to rely upon his mascot to ensure success. Freddie's mascot was a few lengths of whalebone bound with twine and socketed into a pear-shaped lump of lead. Scientifically wielded it would go through the helmet of a City policeman like a hot knife through butter.
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