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CHAPTER XIX
WHO WAS SMOKING?
Mr. Bobbsey laughed, though he was worried about the fire. It seemed so odd for Freddie to want to go out in the cold, dark night.
"Not this time, my Fat Fireman!" said Freddie's papa. "It may be only a pile of rubbish on fire. I'll tell you about it when I come back."
"Where does it seem to be?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Down near the lake," answered her husband. "I'm afraid, he added in a lower voice, "that it may be our boathouse. It seems to be about there."
"Oh, I hope not!" she exclaimed. "Still, better that than our own house."
"If it's near the lake, papa," said Flossie, who heard part of what her father said, "it
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