It was bright and shiny, smoke was pouring from it and the
horses were prancing.
The other Bobbsey twins turned to look at it, and Bert said:
"Pooh, that's only coming back from an alarm."
"That's so," agreed Mr. Bobbsey. "The horses are going too slowly to be
running to a fire, Freddie. They must be coming back."
"Well, it's a fire engine, anyhow," said Freddie, and every one had to
agree with him. Freddie watched the shiny engine until it was out of
sight, and then he talked about nothing else but fires on the way home.
Tired, but well satisfied with their trip, the Bobbsey's reached their
hotel, and the Martin children went to their home, promising to meet the
following day and see more Washington sights.
It was about the middle of the night that Mrs. Bobbsey, who slept in the
same room with Flossie and Freddie, felt herself being shaken in bed.
She roused up to see, in the dim light, Freddie standing near her, and
shaking her with his chubby hands.
"What is it, dear?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, sleepily.
"Fire!" hoarsely whispered Freddie. "The house is on fire, and it's
real, too, this time!"
CHAPTER XVIII
THE ORIENTAL CHILDREN
At first Mrs.
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