There was a policeman there to regulate the coming and going of
the people and carriages and automobiles, and when he blew his whistle
the traffic would go up and down one street, and then when he blew his
whistle again it would go up and down the other.
The policeman had just blown on his whistle, and the traffic was going
past the Bobbsey twins when Freddie gave a sudden loud blow. Immediately
some of the carriages and automobiles going in one direction stopped
short and the others commenced to go the other way.
"For gracious sake, Freddie! see what you have done," gasped Bert.
The traffic policeman who stood in the middle of the two streets looked
very much surprised. Then he saw it was Freddie who had blown the
whistle, and he shook his finger at the little boy in warning.
"He wants you to stop," said Nan, and made Freddie put the whistle in
his pocket for the time being.
Then the Bobbseys and their friends hurried on their way.
"I'll give you the fifteen cents as soon as we get back to the hotel,
Billy," said Bert.
"Oh, that's all right," his chum answered. "I'm in no hurry. Do you
think we paid too much for the dishes?"
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Nan.
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