And, as she looked,
she certainly saw a red, flickering light. And then the heard the
whistle which she knew came from a fire engine. It was not like a
locomotive whistle, and, besides, there were no trains near the hotel!
"Oh, it is a fire!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "Freddie, call your father!"
Mr. Bobbsey slept in the next room with Bert, while Nan had a little bed
chamber next to her mother's, on the other side of the bath room.
But there was no need to call Mr. Bobbsey. In his big, warm bath robe he
now came stalking into his wife's room.
"Don't be frightened," he said. "There's a small fire in the building
next to this hotel. But it is almost out, and there is no danger. Stay
right in bed."
"But it's a real fire, isn't it, Daddy?" cried Freddie. "I heard the
engines puffin', and I saw the red light and it woke me up and I comed
in and telled Momsie; and it's a real fire, isn't it?"
"Yes, Freddie, it's a real fire all right," said Mr. Bobbsey. "But don't
talk so loud, nor get excited. You may awaken the people in the other
rooms around us, and there is no need. I was talking to the night clerk
of the hotel over the telephone from my room, and he says there is no
danger.
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