"Well, I do declare!" cried a policeman with a red mustache. "It's
children!"
"Three of 'em!" cried another.
The the two Bobbsey twins crawled from under the seat, and Laddie came
with them, to stand up in the swaying automobile between the two rows of
policemen.
"Where in the world did you come from?" asked one officer.
"Under there," answered Freddie, and he pointed to the place where the
blankets were still rolled up.
"And how did you get there?"
"We crawled in to get a ride," said Flossie, "and I couldn't help
sneezing. That fuzzy blanket tickled my nose so!"
The policemen laughed at this.
"But who are you and where do you belong?" asked one of the officers who,
having some stripes on his sleeve and some gold lace on his cap, seemed to
be the leader.
"We're part of the Bobbsey twins," said Freddie. "The other half of
us--that's Nan and Bert--have gone to see a stuffed whale."
"No, the whale isn't stuffed--it's the sea lion, or wallyrus--I forget
which," put in Flossie. "The whale's only made out of plaster and wood."
"Well, anyhow, Nan and Bert are there," said Freddie.
"And you're here," said the red-mustached policeman, "That's easy to see,
though what he means about being half of the Bobbsey twins is more than I
can guess. How many is twins, anyhow?"
"Two," some one said.
"We're four--that is, two sets," explained Flossie painstakingly. "Bert
and Nan are older than us.
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