Bert and Nan came home from the moving pictures, saying they had had a
delightful time.
"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."
"Oh, I know who it is," said Freddie, "You don't need to go, Bert. Just
give me five dollars, Mother, and I'll buy him."
"Buy him? Buy what?" asked the surprised Mrs. Bobbsey. "What in the world
are you talking about, Freddie?"
"Mike, the goat boy. He's brought Billy here, I guess, and Flossie and I
are going to buy him. Can't we, please?"
"What? Buy a goat when we're stopping at this hotel?" cried his mother.
"Bert, do go and see what mischief those children have gotten into now.
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