"Oh, Laddie! how could you do it and worry me so?" cried Mrs. Whipple,
when her little nephew had come back to the hotel with the Bobbsey twins.
"I asked him," said Freddie, willing to take all the blame. "We wanted a
ride and we just crawled in and hid. I'm awful sorry."
"And I'm sorry I sneezed," said Flossie. "If I hadn't maybe we'd have had
a longer ride."
"No, we wouldn't," declared Freddie, shaking his head. "We got to the
station house, anyhow, and that's where the automobile lives when it isn't
workin'. Anyhow, we had fun!"
"Yes, we did," said Laddie; "and I liked it."
"But you mustn't go away again without telling me," said his aunt.
"I won't," he promised.
"Next time we'll take you with us," said Flossie. "You'll like it, only I
hope a fuzzy blanket doesn't make you sneeze."
So the Bobbsey twins, with their little friend, had a ride away and a ride
back again, and when Mrs. Bobbsey came home that afternoon from the
Natural History Museum with Bert and Nan, and heard what had happened, she
was so surprised she did not know what to say.
Of course she made Flossie and Freddie promise never to do it again, and
of course they said they never would.
"I never saw such little tykes as Flossie and Freddie have gotten to be
lately," said Mrs. Bobbsey to Nan that night.
"This being in a big city seems just to suit them, though," returned Nan.
"Yes. But I wish your father would come back.
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