And then when Freddie told her, and talked about it at
the breakfast table, Flossie said:
"I don't care! I think you're real mean, Freddy Bobbsey, to have a fire
all to yourself!"
"Oh, my dear! that isn't nice to say," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "We thought it
better to let you sleep."
"Well, I wish I'd seen the fire," said Flossie. "I like to look at
something that's bright and shiny."
"Then you'll have a chance to see something like that this afternoon,"
said Mr. Bobbsey to his little girl.
"Where?" asked all the Bobbsey twins at once, for when their father
talked this way Nan and Bert were as eager as Flossie and Freddie.
"How would you all like to go to a theater show this afternoon--to a
matinee?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"Oh, lovely!" cried Flossie.
"Could Nell and Billy go?" asked Nan, kindly thinking of her little new
friends.
"Yes, we'll take the Martin children," Mr. Bobbsey promised.
"And will there be some red fire in the theater show?" Flossie wanted to
know.
"I think so," said her father. "It is a fairy play, about Cinderella,
and some others like her, and I guess there will be plenty of bright
lights and red fire.
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