But we really don't want to see any,
because a fire means danger and trouble for people."
"And wettings, too," put in Flossie. "Sometimes when Freddie plays fire
he gets me wet."
"Well, I'm goin' to be a fireman when I grow up," declared Freddie. "And
I wish I had my little fire engine now, 'cause I don't like it not to
have any fun."
"We'll have some fun this afternoon," his father promised him.
Just as Mr. Bobbsey had expected, the children were not much amused in
the art gallery or the museum. But Mrs. Bobbsey liked these places, and,
after all, as Nan said, they wanted their mother to have a good time on
this Washington trip.
After lunch they went again to call on the Martins, as Mr. Bobbsey had
to see the father of Billy and Nell on business.
"And where are we going to have some fun?" Bert asked, as they journeyed
away from their hotel toward the Martin house.
"You'll see," his father promised. The children tried to guess what it
might be, but they could not be sure of anything.
It did not take Mr. Bobbsey long to get through with his business with
Mr. Martin and then the father of the twins said to Mrs.
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