We'll bring Snap along."
"Sure," said Freddie. "Hi, Snap!" he called.
The trick dog came rushing from the stable, barking and wagging his
tail.
"Well, I suppose I might as well take you," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But you
must stay near me. We'll leave Snap home, though."
"Oh, no!" cried Freddie.
"He might get lost," said Mrs. Bobbsey.
That was enough for Freddie. He did not want the new pet to get lost,
so he did not make a fuss when Sam came hurrying up to lock Snap in the
stable. Poor Snap howled, for he wanted very much to go with the
children.
The fire was, as I have said, a small one, in part of the planing mill.
But the engines puffed away, and spurted water, and this pleased
Freddie. Flossie stayed close to her mother, and Mrs. Bobbsey, once she
found out that the main lumber yard was not in danger, was ready to come
back home. But Freddie wanted to stay until the fire was wholly out.
Mr. Bobbsey came from his office to give some directions to the firemen,
and saw his wife and the two twins. Then he took charge of them, and
led them as close to the blaze as was safe.
"It will soon be out," he said. "It was only some sawdust that got on
fire."
"I wish I could squirt some water!" sighed Freddie.
"What's that? Do you want to be a fireman?" asked one of the men in a
rubber coat and a big helmet. He smiled at Mr. Bobbsey, whom he knew
quite well.
"Yes, I do," said Freddie.
"Then come with me, and I'll let you help hold the hose," said the
fireman.
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