er and
mother.

Indeed his request was not strange, since the two younger twins were
always together even more so than their brother and sister.

"Yes, I think you and Freddie will start school regularly this term,"
said Mrs. Bobbsey, "and, if it can be arranged, you may sit together.
We'll see about that. Be careful, Freddie, don't put your head out of
the window," she cautioned quickly, for the little chap had turned in
his seat again, and was leaning forward to see a horse galloping about
a field, kicking up its heels at the sound of the puffing engine.

"It's my turn to sit by the window, anyhow," said Flossie.

"It is not! We haven't passed a station yet," disputed Freddie.

"Oh, we have so!" cried his little sister. "Freddie Bobbsey!" and she
pointed her finger at him.

"Children--children," said Mrs. Bobbsey, reprovingly.

"Are you two taking turns?" asked Bert, smiling with an older brother's
superior wisdom.

"Yes," answered Flossie, "he was to have the seat next to the window
until we came to a station, and then it's to be my turn until we pass
another station, and we have passed one, but he won't change over."

"Well, it was only a little station, anyhow," asserted Freddie, "and it
came awful quick after the last one. It isn't fair!"

"There's a seat up ahead for you, Bert," suggested Mr. Bobbsey, as a
gentleman got up, when the train approached a station. "You can sit
there, and let Flossie or Freddie take your place."

"All right," answered Bert goodnaturedly, as he got up.

The train rolled on, the two younger twins each having a window now,
and Nan occupying the seat with her little brother. For a time there
was quietness, until Mrs. Bobbsey said to her husband:

"Hadn't you better get some of the satchels together, Richard, and tell
Dinah what she is to carry?"

"I think I will," he answered, as he went up the car aisle a little way
to where a very fat colored woman sat. She was Dinah, the Bobbsey
cook, and they took her with them always when going away for the
summer. Now they were on their way to their city house, and of course
Dinah came back, too.

"Mamma, I'm thirsty," said Flossie, after a bit. "Please may I get a
drink?"

"I want one, too," said Freddie quicky. "Come on, Flossie, we'll both
go down to the end of the car where the water cooler is."

"There's no cup," Nan said. "I went a little while ago, but a lady let
me take her glass."

"And if there was a cup, I