"I--I fell in!"
"You poor little dear!" exclaimed the actress-schoolteacher, putting
her arms around him. "It was all my fault, too!"
"No, it was mine," said Freddie, generously. "I don't mind. I like
being wet!"
They all laughed at this. Mrs. Bobbsey said Freddie wanted to be
polite.
A few more pictures were made of the village children, the Bobbsey
twins, with the exception of Freddie, taking part. Freddie was hurried
off by his mother to the farmhouse to be put into dry clothes.
Then, with thanks to those who had helped make the scenes, Mr. Weston,
Miss Burns and the camera man went back to the village hotel where
they were stopping.
"Wasn't it great, Bert!" exclaimed Harry, as he and his cousin
strolled over the fields.
"It certainly was," agreed Bert.
"If we could only see the pictures when they are finished," suggested
Mabel Herold. "It must be queer to see yourself in the movies."
"I think so, too," said Nan. "I'm going to find out where this play
will be shown, in some theatre, and maybe mamma will take us to it."
"I hope she does," Bert said. "It will be fun to see Freddie falling
in.
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