"Then I'll leave them with you," said the mother of Flossie and Freddie. "I hope they will be no trouble."
"I'm sure they'll be all right," said Laddie's aunt. "Don't worry about them."
So Flossie, Freddie and Laddie built the bridge of books, and on it safely ran the toy locomotive and cars over the river of shiny looking glass.
When they grew tired of this game they played automobile. To do that Laddie had to turn an old rocker upside down and stick on one leg a broken drum he had left from his Christmas toys. The drum was the steering wheel, and it made enough noise, when pounded on with a stick, to pretend it was an automobile horn.
Flossie and Freddie rode in the back part of the overturned chair, and Laddie sat in front of them and made believe he was a chauffeur of a taxicab, running about the streets of New York.
As Laddie knew the names of many places where the real taxicabs stop, he could call them out from time to time. So that Flossie and
