re some men and women, actors and actresses, dressed
up--some like passengers, such as we are, and others like robbers, with
false faces on. They wanted the train to stop so they could get a
picture of that, for it would be a funny movie of a train robbery
without a train to be seen."

"And did they actually stop the train?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Yes. They held up a red flag and the engineer stopped. But it was all
right, for he knew it was going to be done. It was all arranged for
ahead of time. Now, if you like, you may come out and see them take
moving pictures."

"Well, who would have thought that!" cried Bert. "I was sure the men
with masks on were robbers. And they're only taking a moving picture."

"I'd like to see it in a theatre afterward," said Nan. "Don't you
remember what fun it was when we were in the movies this Summer?"

"Were you in them, really?" asked Tommy as he followed the twins out of
the car.

"Yes, we acted a little," said Bert. "There was a make-believe battle
being taken near our uncle's farm. We went to watch. They fired cannon
and guns, and had horses----"

"And the men and horses were shot!" interrupted Freddie. "Only pretend,
of course, but I was there and I was in the movies too. I acted and so
did Nan. And I fell in the brook and the man made a moving picture of me
doing that!"

"Did they really?" asked one of the fresh air ladies of Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Yes, the children were in the moving pictures a little this Summer,"
explained Freddie's mother. "It was all unexpected, but we did not mind,
for it was all outdoors. It was fun for them." Those of you who have
read the book before this one will remember how Freddie and the others
really did act before the camera.

"Say, I'd like to do that!" cried Tommy with shining eyes as he heard
what the Bobbseys had done. "It must have been great!"

"It was fun," Freddie said.

By this time they were out of the train, walking up toward the engine.
About it were men and women, and the children saw a man with a black box
on three legs grinding away at a crank.

"He's taking the moving pictures," said Bert.

"Why--why!" exclaimed Flossie as she came closer. "It's the same man who
took our pictures at Meadow Brook!"

"So it is," agreed Nan. "It's Mr. Weston."

"Yes, he's the same one," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I told him you children
were on the train and he asked me to fetch you up to see him."

When Mr. Weston had finished taking the picture