lots of
fun!" said Flossie, fairly bubbling over with joy.

"It's great!" cried Freddie, and he flattened his nose out more than ever
against the glass, trying to look around a corner. For he had seen in one
window of a house a boy dropping from the window of his home a basket on a
string, and Freddie wanted to see why he was doing this.

It is no unusual sight in New York, to see children, not much larger than
the small Bobbsey twins, traveling about alone, so the other passengers
and the trainmen, after the first few smiles, paid no attention to Flossie
and Freddie. But the two themselves, after their first wonder at the
sights they saw, began to think of their father and mother, as well as of
Bert and Nan.

"Where are they?" asked Flossie, after a bit, as she turned around and sat
down in her seat.

"Didn't they--didn't they come in after us?" asked Freddie, his chubby
face taking on a worried look.

"I--I didn't see them," returned Flossie. "Maybe they're in another car.
Let's go to look!"

To say a thing was generally to do it, with the smaller Bobbsey twins, at
least, and no sooner did Flossie say this than Freddie was ready to go
with her on a hunt for the others. The children slipped from their seats
and started for the door while the train was moving swiftly, but a guard,
who is a sort of brake-man, stopped them.

"Where are you youngsters going?" he asked good-naturedly.

"We want our father and mother," explained Freddie. "They must be in
another car. We hurried on ahead."

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time that has happened," said the guard,
with a laugh. "But I guess you're a little too small to go navigating
around from car to car when the train's moving. What's your father's name?
I'll have him called out for in the other cars."

"He's Mr. Richard Bobbsey, of Lakeport," said Flossie, "and my mother and
sister and brother are with him. My sister is Nan and my brother is Bert.
This is my brother, Freddie."

"Well, now I guess I know the whole family," laughed the guard, the other
passengers joining in a smile. "I'll see if I can find your folks for you,
though it's queer they haven't been looking for you themselves. You stay
here."

The guard started to go through the other cars of the elevated train, and
Freddie called after him:

"If you find my father, please tell him to open the box and take out the
yellow bug."

"The yellow bug?" repeated the guard in some surprise. "Is your fathe