"There!" he cried. "The fire's out! The only damage is from water,"
and he laughed, for he was wet, and so were Mrs. Bobbsey, Flossie and
Freddie; and the kitchen itself was pretty well sprinkled.

"What's it all about?" asked Bert, for he and Nan, who had been
studying their lessons, had heard the noise of the excitement, and had
run to the kitchen to see what had caused it.

"Oh, Freddie turned in a false alarm," said Mr. Bobbsey. "How did you
come to put water in your engine, when mamma has told you not to do so
in the house?" he asked the little boy.

"Be--be--cause," said Freddie slowly, "I wanted to see if it would--
work. I'm going to take it on the houseboat with me."

"Well, I guess it WORKED all right," Bert said, as he looked around at
the wet kitchen. Luckily there was oil cloth on the floor, and the
walls were painted, so the water really did no harm.

Dinah slowly opened the door of the dish-closet, and peered out.

"Am it all done, honey lamb?" she asked, looking at Freddie.

"Yes, Dinah! It's all done squirtin'," he said. "I guess there isn't
any more water, anyhow."

"No," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a smile, as he looked in the tank of the
engine, "it's all pumped out."