<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII" />CHAPTER XIII</h2>
<h3>THE "RESCUE" OF FREDDIE</h3>
<p>During the rest of the play the attention of Freddie and Flossie, who sat
near him, was divided between Laddie, the new boy, and the things
happening on the stage. Both were so jolly—the funny things the actors
did and the chance of having a new playmate—that the two smaller Bobbsey
twins did not know which was best.</p>
<p>"Don't you like this show?" asked Freddie of Laddie, when the curtain went
down again.</p>
<p>"Yes. It's great! But I'm glad you're comin' to play with me," Laddie
answered.</p>
<p>"So'm I," answered Freddie. "You're glad too, aren't you, Flossie?"</p>
<p>"Of course I am," said the little girl.</p>
<p>"Does <i>she</i>—<i>she</i> play with you?" asked Laddie, nodding his head toward
Freddie's little sister, as if in surprise.</p>
<p>"Of course she does. We have lots of fun. Why?"</p>
<p>"But she's a <i>girl!</i>"</p>
<p>"Of <i>course</i> she's a girl," agreed Freddie. "She couldn't be my sister if
she wasn't a <i>girl</i>. I've got another sister, too, but she's bigger. She's
sitting on the end of the row. She plays with Bert and Flossie plays with
me. We're two sets of twins. Don't you like girls?"</p>
<p>"Well, I don't know," said Laddie slowly. "I never played with 'em much.
I—I like your sister, though. She can play with us. Do you ever play
store?"</p>
<p>"Lots of times," said Freddie. "We take some dirt for sugar, some little
stones for eggs, some big stones for loaves of bread, clam shells and
pieces of tin for dishes—we have lots of fun like that. But we haven't
had any fun that way since we came to New York. I fell on a turtle's back
in the 'quarium, though, and had a ride."</p>
<p>"You did!" cried Laddie, so loudly that many persons in near-by seats
turned to smile at him.</p>
<p>"Sure I did," answered Freddie. "I'll tell you about it. I was scared at
first, but——"</p>
<p>"Laddie, dear, the curtain is going up and you had better keep quiet,"
said the elderly lady who was with the new boy.</p>
<p>"Is she your mother?" Freddie asked.</p>
<p>"No, she's my aunt. My mother is out in California, but she's comin' home
soon, and I'm glad of it, though my aunt is awful nice."</p>
<p>"Hush!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, thinking it was Freddie talking, for now
the last act had started. So the two little boys quieted down, each one
resolved to start talking again as soon as he could.</p>
<p>The last act of the show proved to be uproariously funny, and Freddie
laughed and laughed until he was in danger of rolling on the floor again.
But he was held fast in his seat, and so that danger was averted.</p>
<p>"Say, Freddie, wouldn't you like to be an actor man?" questioned Flossie,
during a brief interval in the play.</p>
<p>"Sure, I'm going to be an actor man when I grow up," responded her brother
quickly.</p>
<p>"But you're going to be a fireman too, ain't you?" queried his sister.</p>
<p>"Of course! I'm going to be an actor man and a fireman too," replied
Freddie. "I can act in a theatre when there aren't any fires to be put
out."</p>
<p>"But what would you do if you were all dressed up as an actor man when you
had to go out to put out a fire?" asked his sister.</p>
<p>"Oh, I'd just tell the people that I couldn't act any more, and then I'd
run right out and get my engine," answered Freddie simply.</p>
<p>"I guess I'd like to be an actor man too," put in Laddie. "I heard a big
boy tell once that they earn bushels and bushels of money."</p>
<p>"Sure, they do," answered Freddie. "They make a thousand dollars a minute,
I guess."</p>
<p>The play ended in a jolly lot of fun and music, and everybody was laughing
when the final curtain went down. Fathers and mothers, who had come to
bring their children, talked with one another, though they were strangers,
and it was because of this that Mrs. Bobbsey, when Freddie and Laddie
started to talk together again about the turtle ride, nodded and smiled at
the elderly lady with whom Laddie had come to the theatre.</p>
<p>"My little boy seems to have taken quite a fancy to yours," said the
twins' mother.</p>
<p>"Oh, he isn't my boy, though I love him as though he were," said this
lady. "Laddie is my sister-in-law's boy, but she is in California. My
husband and I are taking care of Laddie."</p>
<p>"And Freddie is coming to play store and steam cars and automobile and
steam engine, with me, and—and——"</p>
<p>Laddie paused, trying to think of something else.</p>
<p>"Fireman," said Freddie. "We're going to play fireman."</p>
<p>"Oh, yes," agreed Laddie. "I forgot about that. We're going to play
fireman."</p>
<p>"And I'm going to play with 'em," added Flossie.</p>
<p>"Yes, she can come," said Laddie to his aunt. "I guess I'll like her,
though I don't know much about playin' with girls," he added.</p>
<p>"Well, you seem to have it all settled," laughed his aunt. The Bobbseys
and their new friends were standing in the theatre aisle, waiting for the
crowds ahead of them to pass out.</p>
<p>"We're strangers in New York," added Mrs. Bobbsey. "We are staying at the
Parkview Hotel——"</p>
<p>"Why, that's where my husband and I have been living for a number of
years," said Freddie's aunt. "My husband has a department store in Harlem,
but he likes to live in this section. I like the hotel very much. Won't
you let me call to see you?"</p>
<p>Mrs. Bobbsey said she would be very glad to, and so the two ladies, having
thus met, became friends, which Laddie and Freddie had done a little while
before. Laddie's aunt, whose name was Mrs. Whipple, said she would be glad
to have Freddie and Flossie, as well as Nan and Bert, come in to play with
Laddie.</p>
<p>"Though I am afraid your two larger twins are rather old for our small
boy," said Mrs. Whipple, who had no children of her own.</p>
<p>"Yes, Nan and Bert are getting a little older," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But
Freddie and Flossie will be delighted to have a new play-fellow."</p>
<p>So it was arranged that the next day the two small twins were to go to the
Whipple apartment to play with Laddie, and Flossie and Freddie could
hardly wait for that time to come.</p>
<p>"Oh, I think New York is just the <i>nicest</i> place!" said Flossie, as she
talked with Freddie about whether or not she might bring one doll with her
when she went to Laddie's hotel home.</p>
<p>"It's dandy!" said Freddie. "Don't you wish you were coming with us,
Bert?"</p>
<p>"Pooh! Dad is going to take <i>me</i> to see the airships go up down at
Governor's Island. They go up even in Winter, for the airmen want to get
used to the cold, I guess," Bert said.</p>
<p>"Oh, I want to see the airships!" cried Freddie. "Can't Daddy take me,
too?" he asked his mother.</p>
<p>"Well, not this time, Freddie," said Mr. Bobbsey. "You and Flossie are
going to have some fun with Laddie. I'll take you later."</p>
<p>And with this the small twins had to be satisfied. So, while Nan and Bert
were taken downtown, to get a glimpse of the airships flying over New York
bay, which the bird-like craft did, in charge of army officers, who
wished to learn to fly, even when there was snow on the ground, the small
twins, taking some of their toys with them, went to the hotel rooms where
Laddie Dickerson lived with his aunt.</p>
<p>"Did you bring the bugs that go around and around and around?" asked
Flossie, as their mother knocked at Mrs. Whipple's door.</p>
<p>"Yep," answered Freddie, "And I brought my toy fire engine, too. I wonder
if she'll let us squirt real water?" and he nodded toward the door that
was not yet opened by Laddie's aunt.</p>
<p>"You mustn't do that unless you are told you may," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "If
you squirt water you may spoil the wall paper."</p>
<p>"We'll be careful," promised Freddie, and then Mrs. Whipple's maid opened
the door, and the twins went in to have a good time.</p>
<p>Laddie was very glad to see them, and he was much amused at the
"go-around" bugs. He had a number of toys of his own, and when the
children were tired of playing with them, and with those the Bobbsey twins
had brought, they began to have a make-believe store.</p>
<p>"I've got some real store boxes and things," said Laddie, as he brought
them out from his play-room.</p>
<p>"Oh, they <i>are</i> real!" cried Flossie, as she saw them. "Isn't they grand!
Where'd you get 'em?"</p>
<p>"My Uncle Dan gave them to me," said Laddie. "He keeps a real store, and
he sells hats and dresses and lots of things."</p>
<p>"What's the name of his store?" asked Freddie.</p>
<p>"He's Daniel Whipple," answered Laddie. "He is my mother's brother—her
name was Whipple, too, before she was married to my father. And my middle
name is Whipple. I go to my Uncle Dan's store lots of times; it's an awful
big one."</p>
<p>"I know it is!" cried Freddie. "I've been in it!"</p>
<p>"You have?" cried Laddie in surprise.</p>
<p>"When?" asked Flossie. "When were we in Laddie's uncle's store?"</p>
<p>"Don't you 'member?" went on Freddie. "It was the time the monkey chewed
your hat, Flossie. We went into a store to buy a new one, and Daddy came
there and found us and the man's name was Whipple."</p>
<p>"That's right—it was," agreed Flossie. "Oh, isn't that <i>funny!</i> And now
we're playing with <i>you</i>, Laddie."</p>
<p>"It is queer, I'm going to tell my aunt."</p>
<p>And when Laddie did, Mrs. Whipple remembered having heard her husband tell
about the two little lost children who came into his department store
after a street-piano monkey had spoiled a little girl's hat.</p>
<p>"And to think <i>you</i> two are those same children!" cried Mrs. Whipple. "It
is quite remarkable, and New York such a big place as it is. I must tell
my husband. He's Laddie's uncle, you know."</p>
<p>"I've got another uncle, too, but we don't know where he is," went on
Laddie.</p>
<p>"Is he lost at sea?" asked Freddie. "If he is, I know how to find him.
Just ask Tommy Todd's father. He was shipwrecked, and me and Flossie found
him in a snow storm."</p>
<p>"You must tell me about that some time," said Mrs. Whipple. "But Laddie's
other uncle isn't lost at sea, so far as we know. It's too sad a story to
tell to children. But Mr. Whipple has a brother, who is also a brother to
Laddie's mother, but this brother has long been lost."</p>
<p>"How'd he get lost?" asked Freddie. "Did he go to the store and couldn't
find his way back?"</p>
<p>"No, my child. It was different from that. I'll tell you, perhaps, another
time. Go on with your play now."</p>
<p>So Laddie, Freddie and Flossie went back to their "store," and had lots of
fun. Then they played other games, using Freddie's fire engine and
Laddie's train of cars, and even Flossie's doll, who rode as a passenger.</p>
<p>"Well, what'll we do next?" asked Freddie, when he and Laddie had taken
turns squirting water from the fire engine in the bath room.</p>
<p>"Let's play automobile," said Laddie. "I can get——"</p>
<p>He stopped talking and seemed to be listening.</p>
<p>"What's the matter?" asked Flossie, as Laddie hurried to a window that
looked down into a side street.</p>
<p>"It's a fire!" cried Laddie. "I can hear the puffers! Come on! It's right
down this side street!"</p>
<p>Flossie and Freddie looked out of the window long enough to see a crowd of
people in front of a store not far from the hotel, which was on a corner.
And in the street, which was a side one, as Laddie had said, were a number
of fire engines.</p>
<p>"Let's go down!" cried Freddie, all excited at what he saw.</p>
<p>"Oh, you mustn't!" gasped Flossie.</p>
<p>"Course we can," declared Laddie. "My aunt always lets me look at a fire
when it's near here, and this is awful close. Maybe this hotel will burn
down."</p>
<p>"Oh-o-o-o!" cried Flossie. "Where's my doll?" And she ran to get her pet.</p>
<p>"Come on, we'll go!" said Freddie to Laddie. "Girls don't like fires, but
we boys do."</p>
<p>"Sure," said Laddie. "We'll go, all right. My aunt's looking out the front
window, and we can go out the side door and down the elevator," he went
on. "I know all the elevator men, 'cause I've lived in this hotel a whole
year. My aunt won't care 'cause she won't see us, so she won't be
worried. I don't like her to worry."</p>
<p>"Me either," said Freddie. So the two little boys, making sure Mrs.
Whipple was still looking from the front windows of her apartment, to see
what all the excitement was about, stole out of a door into the side hall
and so reached the elevators.</p>
<p>"Down, George!" called Laddie to the colored elevator man.</p>
<p>"Down it am, Master Laddie," was the good-natured answer. "Where is yo'all
gwine?"</p>
<p>"To see the fire," was the answer. "Don't he talk funny?" asked Laddie of
Freddie, as they left the elevator at the ground floor.</p>
<p>"He talks just like our colored cook, Dinah," said Freddie. "Did you ever
see her?"</p>
<p>"Nope."</p>
<p>"You ought to eat some of her pancakes," went on Freddie. "I'll write,
when I have a chance, and ask her to send you some."</p>
<p>"Oh, hear the engines whistlin'!" cried Laddie. "Hurry up, or maybe
they'll be gone before we get there."</p>
<p>The fire was not near enough to the hotel to cause any danger, though many
of the hotel guests were excited, and so no attention was paid to the
small boys, Freddie and Laddie, as they hurried out to see all that was
going on. There was a crowd in the side street and more engines and hook
and ladder trucks were dashing up to help put out the fire.</p>
<p>From the blazing store great clouds of black smoke were pouring out, and
firemen were rushing here and there. Laddie looked for a while at the
exciting scene and then he called to Freddie:</p>
<p>"I'm going back and get my aunt. She likes to look at fires."</p>
<p>"All right; I'll wait for you here," Freddie said. They had been standing
not far away from the side entrance to the hotel, and as Laddie turned to
go back after his aunt, Freddie walked down the street a little way,
nearer the fire.</p>
<p>"I can see Laddie and his aunt when they come," thought the small boy.</p>
<p>But just then a bigger crowd, anxious to watch the fire, came around the
corner, and, rushing down the narrow side street, fairly pushed Freddie
ahead of them.</p>
<p>"Here! Wait a minute! I don't want to go so fast!" cried the little
fellow. "I want to wait for Laddie!"</p>
<p>No one paid any attention to him, and he was swept along, half carried off
his feet by the rush, until at last he found himself standing alone,
almost in front of the burning store.</p>
<p>"Oh, I can see fine here!" thought Freddie. "I wish Laddie and his aunt
would hurry and come here. Wow! This is great!"</p>
<p>Freddie was so excited watching the puffing engines, seeing the big black
clouds of smoke, and the leaping, darting tongues of lire from the windows
of the burning building, also watching the firemen squirt big streams of
Water on the blaze, that he did not think of himself, and the first he
realized was when some one shouted at him:</p>
<p>"Stand back there, youngster!"</p>
<p>Freddie did not know he was the "youngster" meant, and stood where he was.</p>
<p>"Get back there!" cried the voice again. "You may be hurt!"</p>
<p>But Freddie was busy watching the fire. He wished he had brought his own
little engine with him.</p>
<p>"I could squirt water on some of the little sparks, anyhow," he said to
himself. "I guess I'll go back and get it, and find Laddie and his aunt."</p>
<p>Freddie was about to turn when suddenly he saw a fireman in a white rubber
coat, which showed he was one of the chiefs, or head men, rushing toward
him.</p>
<p>"Get back! Get back!" cried this fireman. "Don't you know you're inside
the fire lines!"</p>
<p>Then for the first time Freddie noticed that back of him was stretched a
rope, behind which stood the crowd of men and boys. Freddie was so small
that he had slipped under the rope, not knowing it. He had either slipped
under himself or been pushed by the throng.</p>
<p>"Get back! Get back!" cried the fireman.</p>
<p>The next instant there was a loud noise, as if a gun had been fired, and
Freddie felt himself being lifted up and carried along quickly.</p>
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