human
Why, Freddie! what in the world were you trying to do?
gpt
I--I just wanted a ride, Freddie explained.
human
I got tired of ridin' on wooden lions. I wanted a live horse.
gpt
Well, he picked a lively one all right! laughed a man in the crowd.
human
That horse he rode has won every race, so far.
gpt
You must never do such a thing again, Freddie, his father told him, when the excitement had died down and the racing was once more started.
human
Never again.
gpt
No, I won't, Freddie promised.
human
But when I grow up I'm goin' to ride horses, I am!
gpt
That will be a good while yet,
human
I'm glad your mother wasn't here, said Mr. Bobbsey.
gpt
She would have almost fainted, I'm sure, if she had seen you out on the race track like a regular jockey.
human
Did I look like a jockey?
gpt
Well, not exactly, Bert said.
human
You didn't have any silk blouse on.
gpt
I'll get Dinah to make me one when I go home, Freddie declared.
human
I'll have a red one, I guess, and then if I get tired of ridin' horses I can be a fireman.
gpt
Well, I think we've had excitement enough for one day, remarked Mr. Bobbsey.
human
We'll have something to eat, look around a little more, and then go home.
gpt
But we can come back again, can't we? asked Bert.
human
I haven't seen the balloon go up yet.
gpt
Yes, we want to see that,
human
I'll bring you to the fair again to-morrow or next day, promised Mr. Bobbsey.
gpt
I want to come back myself. I've met a number of men to-day I'd like to talk with further. Then I'd like to have a talk with that Mr. Blipper.