is," said Mr. Whipple. "Come and see me again," he
invited Flossie and Freddie, who, after their father had paid for the new
hat, went away with him.

A little later they were safe in the hotel where the Bobbsey family was to
live while in New York. Mrs. Bobbsey, Bert and Nan were already there, and
quite glad to see the two runaways, you may be sure.

"What a lot of adventures you must have had!" cried Nan, when Flossie and
Freddie had told her a few of the things that had happened.

"We did!" laughed Freddie. "You ought to have seen that monkey's face when
he bit on those make-believe cherries on Flossie's hat!" and Freddie
laughed loudly.

"Anyhow I got a new hat!"

"That Mr. Whipple was a fine man," said Freddie.

"Indeed he must be," agreed Mrs. Bobbsey, and then, seeing a strange look
on her husband's face, she asked:

"What is the matter? Are you worried?"

"No, but I am trying to remember where I have heard that name before. But
so much has happened to-day that I can't recall it."

It had been indeed, a full day since the Bobbsey twins had left their home
in Lakeport that morning, and Mrs. Bobbsey insisted on Flossie and
Freddie, at least, going to bed early. This the small twins were glad
enough to do, after they had told Nan and Bert the different things that
had happened after they got on the express train.

"It was an awful splendid store," said Flossie, in speaking about Mr.
Whipple's establishment.

"Bigger'n any store in Lakeport," added her twin.

"And the nicest clerks that ever was," went on Flossie. "Why, one of 'em
had a whole counter full of cologne, and she squirted some on me when I
went past, and it smelled awful good!"

After breakfast the next morning, when Mr. Bobbsey had finished sending
some telegrams and telephone messages, he asked the children what they
first wanted to see in New York.

"The monkeys!" cried Flossie and Freddie.

"I want to go on Fifth avenue and see the lovely shops and stores," said
Nan.

"And I want to go to the history museum and see the stuffed animals and
the model of a whale," said Bert, who had been reading of this.

"Well, how would you like to go and see some live fish?" asked Mr.
Bobbsey. "That ought to satisfy all of you, and Nan can see some stores on
the way to the Aquarium. I have to go downtown in New York," he said to
his wife, "and I can take the children to the Aquarium at the Battery as
well as not."

"All right," said Mrs. Bobbse