In one of the downtown offices where he had to stop to see a man, Mr.
Bobbsey was kept rather a long time talking business, and Freddie and
Bert got tired, or at least Freddie did. Bert was so interested in
looking out of the high window at the crowds in the streets below, that
he did not much care how long his father stayed. But Freddie wandered
about the outer office, looking at the typewriter which a pretty girl
was working so fast that, Bert said afterward, you could hardly see her
fingers fly over the keys. The girl was too busy to pay much attention
to what Freddie did until, all of a sudden, she looked down at the floor
and exclaimed:
"Oh, it's raining in here! Or else a water pipe has burst!" She pointed
to a little puddle of water that had formed under her desk, while
another stream was running over the office floor.
"Why, it isn't raining!" declared Bert, for the sun was shining outside.
"It can't be!"
"Then where did the water come from?" asked the girl.
"I--I guess I made it come!" confessed Freddie, walking out of a corner.
"I got a drink from the water tank, but now I can't shut off the handle,
and the water's comin' out as fast as anything!"
"Oh, my!" cried the girl, jumping up with a laugh, "I must shut it off
before we have a flood here!"
"Freddie! what made you do it?" asked Bert.
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