“Hey, boy, that was a brave thing to do!” cried one of the several men who were trying to stop the runaways.
“Um!” was all Bert could answer, for he was out of breath.
Then, as the coal wagon team dashed on up the street, Bert wheeled the carriage back to where Flossie and Freddie waited.
“Who had Baby May out?” Bert wanted to know.
“I did,” answered Flossie. “Mother said I could, and—”
“Well, what do you want to take her out in the street for when runaways come along?” asked Bert, who seemed a bit angry.
“I didn’t take the baby carriage out in the street!” whimpered Flossie, half crying. “It—now—it rolled there when I was trying to help Freddie open the gate.”
“And I was going out to get her,” added Freddie.
“Well, you two want to be careful,” said Bert, more kindly, as he noticed how frightened the younger twins were. “Come on now, we’ll go back to the house.”
“I want to see if they caught the runaways,” insisted Freddie.