"I say!" called one of the men who had been turning the crank of the moving picture camera. "I say, Mr. Weston, I got the picture of the boy falling in the water on this film. I couldn't help it."
"That's all right," said the manager. "It won't spoil the picture any.
It will only make it look more natural."
"And it's natural for Freddie to be wet;" said Bert, with a laugh. "He's always playing with that toy fire engine of his, and getting soaked."
"But I didn't have the fire engine this time, Bert," said the chubby little chap. "I—I fell in!"
"You poor little dear!" exclaimed the actress-schoolteacher, putting her arms around him. "It was all my fault, too!"
"No, it was mine," said Freddie, generously. "I don't mind. I like being wet!"
They all laughed at this. Mrs. Bobbsey said Freddie wanted to be polite.
A few more pictures were made of the village children, the Bobbsey twins, with the exception of Freddie, taking part. Freddie was hurried off by his mother to the farmhouse to be put into dry clothes.
Then, with thanks to those who had helped make the scenes, Mr. Weston, Miss Burns and the camera man went back to the village hotel where they were stopping.
"Wasn't it great, Bert!" exclaimed Harry, as he and his cousin strolled over the fields.