"I didn't hear you until you all
began to laugh. Then I woke up."
And that was what had happened. Freddie had found a good hiding place
in a hole in the hay, and, while waiting for Harry to come and look
for him, the little chap had dozed off, it was so warm and cozy in his
hay-nest. And he had slept all through the search made for him, not
hearing the calls. But when Tom rolled into the hen's nest, and the
others laughed so heartily at him, that awakened the sleeping "little
fat fireman."
"My! But you gave us a fright!" said Nan. "But it's all right now,
dear," and she helped Freddie pull the hay out of his hair.
"I guess we've had enough of this game," suggested Harry. "Let's do
something else."
"I'm hungry," announced Freddie. "Can't we play an eating game?"
"I think so," said Bert. "Dinah and Martha were starting to bake
cookies before we came out to the barn, and they ought to be done now.
Let's go in."
Into the house, through the rain, tramped the children, and soon,
eating cookies, they were telling about Freddie going to sleep in the
hay, and Tom trying to make an omelet of himself in the hen's nest.
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