"Well, come on," said Billy, when the dishes had been wrapped and given
to Bert, who carried them carefully. "But I wish you had some
sailboats," he said to the old man, as if that was all they had come in
to buy.
"I have some next week," answered the old man. "Comes around then and
have a big bargains in a sailsboats."
"Maybe I will," agreed Billy.
Out of the shop walked the Bobbsey twins and their chums, the Martin
children of Washington. And the hearts of Bert and Nan, at least, were
beating quickly with excitement and hope. As for Flossie, she was
holding her doll, and Freddie was blowing his whistle.
"I'm a regular fire engine now," declared Freddie. "Don't you hear how
the engine is blowing the whistle?"
"You'll have everybody looking at you, Freddie Bobbsey!" exclaimed
Flossie. "Nan, do make him stop his noise."
"Oh, let him blow his whistle if he wants to," said Bert. "It isn't
hurting anybody."
"I know what I'm going to do when I get home," said Flossie. "I'm going
to put a brand new dress on this doll, and give her a new hat, too."
"That will be nice," said Nan.
At that moment they had to cross at a street corner which was much
crowded.
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