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Updated: September 19, 2025
I want to go home and play with my doll!" half- sobbed Flossie. "I don't like fighting." "And I don't, either," said Nan, though she was not afraid. It was the noise for which she did not care. "Hi! That was a fine one!" cried Freddie, as one of the largest cannon fired a blank shot at a group of horse soldiers. "Please take me home!" sobbed Flossie, and there were tears in her blue eyes now.
"Hey, Bert!" called a shrill voice, as the elder Bobbsey lad was looking about for some on the hill to whom he might appeal. "Can't I ride down with you, Bert?" It was Freddie who called, and he came running up, anxious to take part in the exciting race. "No, Freddie, not this time," explained Bert kindly. "I want only large boys with me in the race. I'll give you a ride afterward."
"At last I am to behold the beautiful Betsy Butterfly's picture!... I do hope it's a good likeness!" he added as he began, with trembling hands, to unwrap the rhubarb covering from the portrait. "It certainly is," Freddie Firefly assured him. "It was made by a friend of mine, who once painted a famous picture of old Mr. Crow."
Jill! to the effect, as far as I understand it, that he has thought it over and come to the conclusion that after all she may possibly be good enough for him!" Freddie recovered the eye-glass which the raising of his eyebrows had caused to fall, and polished it in a crushed sort of way. Rummy, he reflected, how chappies stayed the same all their lives as they were when they were kids.
I'm buried under the snow house! Help me out! Oh, Flossie!" "Dinah! Dinah!" called Flossie, dropping to the floor the cookies she had gotten to take out to the snow house. "Oh, Dinah! Look at Freddie!" Dinah hurried to the window. "Freddie?" she asked. "Freddie? Where am Freddie? I can't see him, so how kin I look at him, Flossie lamb?"
"Don't he talk funny?" asked Laddie of Freddie, as they left the elevator at the ground floor. "He talks just like our colored cook, Dinah," said Freddie. "Did you ever see her?" "Nope." "You ought to eat some of her pancakes," went on Freddie. "I'll write, when I have a chance, and ask her to send you some." "Oh, hear the engines whistlin'!" cried Laddie.
"Come, Frisky, take a walk," suggested Freddie, and quite obediently the little cow walked along. But suddenly Frisky spied the open gate and the lovely green grass outside. Without a moment's warning the calf threw her hind legs up in the air, then bolted straight for the gate, dragging Freddie along after her. "Whoa, Frisky! whoa!" yelled Freddie, but the calf ran right along.
"I suppose by the time we come back from the beach Freddie will have a regular menagerie," said Bert, with a laugh. "He had a kitten first, now he has a kitten and a duck, and next he'll have a kitten, a duck, and a " "Sea-serpent," put in Freddie, believing that he might get such a monster if he cared to possess one.
"There there's bugs and and things!" "I thought you weren't afraid of them," spoke Nan with a smile. "I I meant in daytime I'm not afraid then," declared Freddie. "But at night, why why, I'd rather be home in bed." "And I guess we all would," exclaimed Nan, hugging the little fat fellow. "Oh, there goes a rabbit!" cried Bert to Harry. "Let's see if we can catch him!"
And since it proved to be less successful than he had expected, perhaps it was just as well that he was not present to hear the remarks that were made about him. Even Freddie Firefly said things about Buster that night that would not have been at all pleasant to listen to.
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