"Oh, there's another fire!" he cried. "Let's go down to see it."
"No, indeed!" cried Mrs. Whipple, with a laugh, coming into the room just then. "No more fires for you boys. You can look out the window, but that's all."
And so they had to be content with that. The fire did not seem to be a large one, though it was somewhere near the hotel.
Down in the street were a number of engines and hose carts, and also two police automobile wagons, which had brought the officers who were to keep the crowd from coming so close as to get in the way of the fireman.
But there is not much amusement in looking out of a window at a fire which cannot be seen, and Flossie, Freddie and Laddie soon tired of this fun—if fun it was. Mrs. Whipple had left the room, to see a lady who called, when Freddie, taking a last look from the window to the street below, said:
"I know how we could have some fun!"
"How?" asked Laddie.
"Get in one of the police wagons and have a ride," went on the small Bobbsey boy.
