There is a big brick wall between our hotel and the place next
door, which is on fire. The blaze can't get through that."
"Can't I look out the window and see the engines?" Freddie wanted to
know.
"Yes, I guess it would be too bad not to let you see them, as long as
they are here, and it's a real fire," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "I hope no
one was hurt next door," she added to her husband.
"I think not," he replied. "The fire is only a small one. It is almost
out."
So Freddie had his dearest wish come true in the middle of the night--he
saw some real fire engines puffing away, spouting sparks and smoke, and
pumping water on a real fire. Of course the little boy could not see the
water spurting from the hose, as that was happening inside the burning
building. But Freddie could see some of the firemen at work, and he
could see the engines shining in the light from the fire and the glare
of the electric lamps. So he was satisfied.
Bert and Nan were awakened, and they, too, looked out on the night
scene. They were glad it was not their hotel which was on fire. As for
Flossie, she slept so soundly that she never knew a thing about it until
the next morning.
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