time it seemed easy to do. They looked toward the little office in which the ticket seller had shut himself. He was busy selling tickets.
"He'll not see us," whispered Freddie. "Besides, we're coming right back as soon as we see the monkey."
"And we'll give him some peanuts," added Flossie. "You can buy some with your five cents, Freddie. And we won't give them all to the monkey. I want some."
"So do I. Come on, we'll go down."
The agent seemed to have forgotten them. At any rate his door was closed and he could not see them. None of the passengers, hurrying in to buy tickets, paid any attention to the Bobbsey twins. So, hand in hand, Flossie and Freddie went out of the station, and down the long stairs to where they could hear the music of the hand piano.
It was being played by an Italian man in the street, almost under the elevated station, and, as Flossie leaned over the stair railing to look down, she cried out:
"Oh, there is a monkey, Freddie! The man has it on a string!"
