"Help me out! Help me out!" sobbed Freddie, splashing about in the
water.
CHAPTER XIII
THE CIRCUS
"There you are, my little man! Not hurt a bit! Up again! Out again!"
and Mr. Weston picked little Freddie out of the brook, and set him on
his feet. "All right, aren't you?" asked the moving picture man.
"Ye--yes, I--I guess so," stammered the "little fat fireman," as he
looked down at his dripping knickerbockers. "But I--I'm terrible wet!
I'm awful wet--ma--mamma!" he stammered.
"Never mind, Freddie," Mrs. Bobbsey answered with a smile. "You'll
dry."
"I say!" called one of the men who had been turning the crank of the
moving picture camera. "I say, Mr. Weston, I got the picture of the
boy falling in the water on this film. I couldn't help it."
"That's all right," said the manager. "It won't spoil the picture any.
It will only make it look more natural."
"And it's natural for Freddie to be wet;" said Bert, with a laugh.
"He's always playing with that toy fire engine of his, and getting
soaked,"
"But I didn't have the fire engine this time, Bert," said the chubby
little chap.
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