But you may be sure they had enjoyed
themselves, and Freddie forgot all about being lost.
On their way home the Bobbseys had met Mr. Weston with his moving
picture camera. He said he had made several fine views of the circus.
"What about _our_ pictures?" asked Nan. "The ones you took of us
children near the school?"
"They will soon be finished," said Mr. Weston. "And when they are
ready to be shown, I shall send your father word, so he may bring you,
and let you look at yourselves on the white screen in our moving
picture theatre. Won't you like that?"
"That will be great!" cried Bert. "I never saw myself in moving
pictures."
"Nor I," said Nan.
Back in the pleasant farmhouse that evening all the happenings of the
day were gone over again, until Mrs. Bobbsey, noticing that Flossie
and Freddie were nodding their heads, and blinking their eyes real
often, said:
"Come now, little tots, time you were in bed. To-morrow is another
day."
"I'm going to take my balloon to bed with me," said Freddie.
"So am I!" exclaimed Flossie, who wanted to do as many things as did
her brother.
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