CHAPTER VII
THE TWO COUSINS
"Oh, Freddie! What has happened?" cried Mrs. Bobbsey.
"It—it's the—-" began Freddie, but that was as far as he got, for just then the stream of water from his toy engine spurted right into his open mouth.
"Shut it off!" cried Mr. Bobbsey. "Here, I'll do it!"
He started across the kitchen floor.
"Look out, Massa Bobbsey!" yelled Dinah. "It'll cotch yo' shuah. It done cotched me!" and then as she saw the little rubber hose of Freddie's fire engine swing around, and the nozzle point at her, the fat cook ran into the dish-closet and shut the door.
"How did it happen?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, not so excited, now that she found nothing serious was the matter.
"Freddie—Freddie—he wanted to try how his fire engine worked, 'cause he hadn't played with it this week," explained Flossie. Freddie was busy wiping the water from his face. "So he filled the tank, and wound it up, and now—and now—it won't—it won't stop-squirtin'!" went on Flossie. "It—it—-"
And then she, too, had to stop talking, for the hose was spurting water at her now.