ry to call to one of the trainmen.

"That will be One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street," said the first agent,
as he came out of his little office. "That's the best I can do. Your two
little children will be put off the train when it makes the stop there,
and the ticket agent will look after them until you get there. You can
wait for the next express, or you can take a local train here and change
to the express at Sixty-sixth Street."

When the next train came along, they got on, eager and anxious to catch up
to the missing children. In order not to be bothered with the
hand-baggage, Mr. Bobbsey had called a taxicab and had had the chauffeur
take it to the hotel were they were to stop, which was an uptown hotel,
near enough to Central Park for Flossie and Freddie to walk over to see
the monkeys as often as they wished.

Meanwhile the two runaway children--who really did not mean to run
away--were in the express train speeding along. After their first
surprise at finding themselves alone, they were not frightened, but
continued to look out of the windows and to wonder at the many sights they
saw.

"Well, we'll be at the end of this run some time," said the guard, who had
been talking with Flossie and Freddie.

"What will you do with us then?" the little boy asked.

"Turn you over to the agent, unless we have some other word about you,"
the trainman answered. "Wait, we're going to stop here, and there may be a
message." He hurried out on the platform.

As the train was leaving that station Flossie and Freddie saw the ticket
agent run out, waving his hand, and they heard him shout something to
their guard. When the latter came into their car again he said to Flossie
and Freddie:

"That message was about you two. The agent said two lost children were on
this train and that they were to be put off at the next station and left
until their father came for them. You're the only lost children I know
of."

"And we're not lost so _very_ much," said Flossie slowly. "'Cause _we_ are
here. It's Daddy and the rest who are lost."

"Well, they'll soon be along--coming on the next train," said the guard.
"I'll turn you over to the agent at One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street
and you'll be all right."

This was done. The train came to a stop; many passengers got off and a
kind woman took Flossie and Freddie in charge and saw that they got inside
the elevated station, where the agent, who had been telephoned to, knew
about the