He looked toward the house. Flossie was not in sight. She had
not yet found the straps.
Then Freddie looked toward Bert and Nan. They were still busy talking
about the houseboat. They paid no attention to Freddie.
The little twin chap looked around until he had found a small box. By
stepping on this he could get up on the seat of the bicycle, which was
leaning against the shed. Then Freddie could give himself a little
push, and away he would go. There was a little hill leading from where
the bicycle stood down to the gate, and into the road. The gate was
open.
"Maybe I can even ride down the road a little way," thought Freddie to
himself. "That would be great."
It was rather hard work for Freddie to get up on the bicycle from the
box, but he managed it. Then he sat on the leather saddle, and took
hold of the handle bars. As I have told you, he knew how to steer,
even though he could not reach the pedals.
"Here I go!" cried Freddie softly, as he gave himself a little push.
Down the hill he went, along the path, straight for the yard gate.
"Oh! I'm going out in the road!" exclaimed Freddie, this time out
loud, for he was far enough away from Nan and Bert now.
And into the road he did go, on Bert's bicycle. The wheel was going
faster and faster, for Bert had just oiled it and it rode very
smoothly.
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