# The Bobbsey Twins in a Great City/Chapter 12

CHAPTER XII
IN THE THEATRE
There was a scream from Nan, another from Flossie, and a sort of grunt of surprise from Bert, as they saw Freddie disappear over the railing of the tank, and come into view a second later on the back of the turtle, which was as much surprised as, probably, the little boy himself.
"Here, Freddie! What are you doing down there?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, before he thought what he was saying. He and his wife had so often to ask what Flossie or Freddie were doing, as the smaller twins were so often in mischief, that the father did it this time.
"Oh, the turtle will eat him up! The turtle will eat Freddie up!" cried Flossie.
Freddie, too, after the first shock of surprise, was frightened, and as he clung with both hands to the edges of the turtle's shell he ​looked over his shoulder, toward his father and the others, and cried:
"Oh, get me out. Daddy! Get me out!"
The cries of the children, and the call of Mr. Bobbsey, had drawn a crowd around the turtle pool, and among the throng were some of the attendants on duty in the Aquarium. "What's the matter?" asked one, elbowing his way through the crowd to the side of Mr. Bobbsey, who was trying to climb over the rail to go to the rescue of his little boy.
"Freddie fell in," explained Bert "He's on the back of the big turtle!"
"Good land!" cried the man. "What will happen here next? Come back, sir," he went on to Mr. Bobbsey, "I'll get him out for you."
"Then please be quick. He may fall off and the turtle may bite him or drown him," said Freddie's father.
"Well, the turtle could give him a bad bite," returned the Aquarium man. "But if he holds on a little longer I'll get your boy."
The man jumped up on the ledge of the pool and made his way to the piece of wood that held up the heavy wire screen which divided ​the turtle pool into two parts, keeping the one big turtle away from the others. All this while Freddie sat on the shell of the big turtle, his chubby legs dangling in the water, and his hands grasping the edges of the shell behind the front flippers. The turtle's neck was so short that it could not turn its head to bite Freddie, nor could the big flippers reach him. As they had no claws on the ends, they would have done no harm, anyhow, if they had brushed him.
The greatest danger was that the turtle might suddenly sink down to the bottom of the pool, and, though it was not very deep, it was deep enough to have let Freddie drown.
Even though the small boy could swim, the turtle might attack him, or knock his head under water, which would have been a great danger to Flossie's brother. But, so far, the turtle did not show any wish to sink below the water. It was frightened, that was certain, for it splashed about in the pool and swam as fast as it could, carrying Freddie with it. Freddie was such a small chap, and the turtle was so large, that it did not mind the weight ​on its back. But there was no telling when it would sink down.
"Take me off! Take me off!" cried Freddie again.
"That's all right," said the Aquarium man. "Don't be afraid, little boy. The turtle won't hurt you, and we'll soon have you off his back. He won't bite you, and you're having a fine ride!"
Freddie, it seemed, had not thought of that before.
"That's so!" he exclaimed, and his face did not show much fright now. "I am having a ride, ain't I?"
Flossie heard this, and then, instead of being afraid her brother would be hurt, she cried out:
"Oh, I want a turtle ride, too!"
"No!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey, who was not so worried, now that he saw the Aquarium man on his way to get Freddie. "One turtle ride is enough for the family. Hold fast, Freddie!" he called, as the turtle came around on the side of the pool near to where the Bobbseys stood.
​By this time the man was out on the middle of the wooden piece that held the heavy wire netting, and as the turtle swam near that the man leaned over and quickly lifted Freddie from the swimming creature's back.
"There you are, my boy!" cried the man, as he held Freddie out to another attendant who had come to help. "Now you're all right except for wet feet, and we can dry them for you in the engine room.
"We have to keep the boilers going in Winter to warm the water for the tropical fish," said the man to Mr. Bobbsey. "Take your little boy there and we'll dry his shoes and stockings."
"Thank you," said Mr. Bobbsey. By this time Freddie was safely out of the turtle pool, and the big creature, relieved of that strange thing on his back, had sunk down to the bot- tom of the pool, as though to hide away. It was lucky he had kept himself afloat as long as he had, or Freddie might have been wet all over.
"Well, you do seem to have the queerest things happen to you, Freddie," said his father with a smile. "What will you do next?"
​"I—I couldn't help this, Daddy," said the little fellow. "I—I just slipped!"
"Well, don't do it again," said the Aquarium man, with a smile. "If you had fallen in the other pool, where there are half a dozen turtles, though none as large as the one you rode on, you might have been bitten. But you're all right. Now come along and we'll dry you out."
It was an easy matter to dry Freddie's feet and legs in front of the warm furnaces in the boiler room, but his shoes and stockings did not get rid of their wetness so soon. And, as Mr. Bobbsey did not want to wait, he sent one of the attendants out to buy new shoes and stockings for his son. With these on, and carrying the damp ones in a bundle, Freddie was soon ready to go home.
"I guess I've had enough of the 'quarium," he said. "Anyhow I had a funny ride."
"I should say you did!" agreed Bert. "I wish we had a picture of you riding around on the back of that turtle."
"FREDDIE FELL IN!" "HE'S ON THE BACK OF A BIG TURTLE."
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For two or three days Mr. Bobbsey was busy attending to his business in New York, but he found time to take the children to see the many sights.
"I want to go on a ferryboat and across the Brooklyn Bridge," said Flossie, one day. "Oh, I want to go on a ferryboat too. And I want to see what makes the ferryboat go!" cried Freddie eagerly.
"All right; I'll take you out to-day," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "And I'll show you as much of the ferryboat as I can," he added. Then they went across the Brooklyn Bridge on a car, and later on they took quite a trip on the ferryboat to St. George, Staten Island, and back, and Freddy even got a glimpse into the engine-room of the boat and went home satisfied.
"There is so much to see!" exclaimed Nan, ​after a day spent in the Bronx Park, where there are many animals. "I don't believe we could see it all in a year."
"That's right," agreed Bert, "But we're going to see something good this afternoon."
"What?" asked Flossie. "Are we going to another 'quarium?"
"No, to a matinée in the theatre," said her larger brother. "It's an awful funny play—anyhow, the billboard pictures are."
"Are we all going?" asked Freddie.
"Yes," answered Mrs. Bobbsey. "We are all going."
Much excited over the joys before them, for in Lakeport there was only one theatre, and plays did not show there often, the Bobbsey twins made ready to go to the matinee. Flossie and Nan wore new frocks, and Bert and Freddie had new suits, so they were quite dressed-up, they felt.
The play was a very amusing one, and the children laughed so hard that Freddie at last rolled off his seat and had to be picked up by his father.
But this only made all the more fun, and ​the people around the Bobbsey family joined in the laughter when an usher helped Mr. Bobbsey place Freddie in his proper place again.
Then the curtain went down on the first act, and as the lights were turned up the children looked about them. Freddie found himself seated next to a boy about his own age, who, with an elderly lady, had come in after the performance began. This was why Freddie had not noticed his little neighbor before.
"Isn't this a dandy show!" cried Freddie.
"The best I ever saw," answered the boy.
"What's your name?"
"Freddie Bobbsey. What's yours?"
"Laddie Dickerson. Where do you live?"
"We live away up in Lakeport, but we're staying at the Parkview Hotel."
"Why—why, that's where we live, my mother and my uncle and my aunt. My father is dead. We live at the hotel, except in the Summer, when we go to the seashore. What floor are you on?"
"The tenth. I know 'cause I holler it out when we come up in the elevator."
"Why, we live on the tenth floor, too," said ​Laddie Dickerson. "It's funny I never saw you."
"And it's funny I never saw you," replied Freddie, "Say, come and play with me, will you?"
"Sure I will! We'll have lots of fun. I've got a train of cars."
"I've got a fire engine!" said Freddie, his eyes big with delight. "Oh, what fun we'll have!"
"Hush, Freddie dear," said his mother, for the little boy was talking rather loudly. "The curtain is going up again."