ning room. "What's the matter? Where's your head?" For she saw only
her brother's little fat legs and plump body near the piano. "Where's
your head, Freddie?" she cried.

"It's in behind here!" the chubby little fellow replied. "I can't get it
out from behind the piano! My ears stick out so far they catch on the
edge of the piano."

By this time Nan had come from her hiding place, and she made her way
through the crowd of children who were looking in wonder at the sight of
Freddie so caught.

"Oh, Freddie, how did it happen?" asked Nan.

"Don't ask him how it happened," said Bert. "Let's get him out, and
he'll tell us afterward."

"Yes, do get me out!" begged Freddie.

Bert and Nan took hold of their little brother and tried to pull him out
backward. But he seemed stuck quite fast.

"Can't you push yourself out?" asked Bert.

"I'll try," said Freddie bravely. So he pushed backward as hard as he
could, while Bert and Nan pulled.

"Let me help, too!" begged Flossie. "I want to get Freddie out!"

But there was no room for Flossie to get hold of her brother. Nan and
Bert pulled once more, while Freddie himself pushed, but his head was
still held fast between the back of the piano and the wall of the room.

"Oh! Oh! Can't you get me loose?" wailed the little "fireman."

"We'd better call mother!" cried Nan.

But there was no need of this for Mrs. Bobbsey came hurrying into the
room just then. She had heard Freddie's cries while she was upstairs,
and, guessing that something was wrong, she had come to see what it was.

"Oh Freddie!" she exclaimed as soon as she saw what had happened. "You
poor little boy!"

"Oh, please get me out, Mamma!" he begged.

"I will, in just a minute. Now stand still, and don't push or squirm any
more, or you'll hurt yourself."

Then Mrs. Bobbsey, instead of trying to pull or push Freddie out, just
shoved on the piano, moving it a little way out from the wall, for it
had little wheels under it, and, as the floor was smooth, it rolled
easily.

"There, now you can pull your head out," said Mrs. Bobbsey, and, surely
enough, Freddie could. The trouble had been, just as he had said, his
ears. His head went in between the piano and wall all right, but when he
went to pull himself loose, after seeing that no one was hiding there,
his ears sort of bent forward and caught him.

"I--I'll never do that again!" Freddie said, his face very red, as he
straightened up.

"No, I wouldn't if