"So did we—in a goat wagon," cried Freddie.
"And Freddie and me are goin' to——" began Flossie, but Freddie quickly cried:
"Come on and play fire engine, Flossie!" so his little sister did not finish what she had started to say.
It was the next day, soon after breakfast, that one of the hotel messengers—a small colored boy—knocked on the door of the suite of apartments occupied by the Bobbsey family, and when Mrs. Bobbsey answered, the colored boy said:
"He am downstairs, Ma'am. He am in de lobby."
"Who is?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"De boy what wants to see yo' little boy, Ma'am."
"Some one to see Freddie? Who is it?"
"I don't know, Ma'am. He didn't gib no name."
"Oh, perhaps it is Laddie," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "Bert, please go down and see, will you? If it's Laddie, who wants Freddie to play with him, I don't see why he didn't come here. But go and see."