, as the man
was called. He walked up and down in the store to see that the clerks
waited properly on the customers, and he told strangers where to go.

"Flossie wants a hat," went on Freddie. "The monkey ate the cherries off
hers."

"No; he didn't really _eat_ them," Flossie explained, anxious to have
everything just right. "He _tried_ to chew 'em, but he didn't like 'em.
Anyhow, my hat's gone!"

"What kind of a hat did you want?" asked the store man, not quite sure how
to treat the children.

"One with feathers on," suggested Freddie.

"No, I want one with flowers on!" insisted Flossie.

"How much did you want to pay?" asked the man, shaking his head in a
puzzled way.

"My father will pay," replied Freddie, "You just send the bill to him--Mr.
Richard Bobbsey, of Lakeport. He has a lumber mill and----"

"What seems to be the trouble?" broke in a new voice, and the two
children, as well as the floorwalker, turned to see standing near them a
stout man, with gray hair, who was smiling kindly at them.

"Oh, Mr. Whipple!" exclaimed the tall man, glad to have some one else to
help him. "I don't know what to do about these children. They want a hat
for the little girl, and----"

"It's because a monkey ate Flossie's hat!" broke in Freddie. "We're lost.
We were on an express train, but we got off and we heard music and please
charge it to our father--charge the hat, I mean, not the music, for we
didn't pay anything for that. Did we Flossie?"

"No; but I'm not going to have a hat with feathers on. I want one with
flowers on, and I wish mamma was here--or Nan--to help pick it out."

"I'll help you," offered Freddie kindly.

"I guess you had better come with me," said the stout man, who, as the
children learned afterward was Mr. Daniel Whipple, owner of the big store
into which Flossie and Freddie had wandered. "I'll take you up to my
office," Mr. Whipple went on, "and you can tell me about yourselves. I'll
try to find your folks for you."

"And can I get a hat?" asked Flossie.

"Yes, I think so," the store owner answered. "Send one of the clerks from
the children's hat department to my office with some hats that will do for
this little girl," he went on, and the floorwalker said he would.

"We'll be all right now, Flossie," said Freddie, as they followed their
new friend. In a little while Flossie was fitted with just the hat she
wanted, and Mr. Whipple was listening to the story told in turn by the two
childr