Fifth avenue automobile stage, Frank and Helen Porter having gone with them.
"Yes, it is nice," agreed Bert. "But it's nice in Lakeport, too. You can't have fun riding down hill here, and the skating isn't as good as on our Lake Metoka. And I haven't seen an ice-boat since we came here, except in moving pictures. I wonder how Tommy Todd is making out with mine."
"Hasn't he written to you?" asked Nan.
"No; but he promised he would. Guess I'll write him a postal now and ask him how the Bird is sailing."
"And I'll write to some of the girls in Lakeport," said Nan.
I had forgotten to tell you that some time before this, Mr. Whipple, the man who owned the store where Flossie's hat was bought the day the monkey chewed up hers, had met the two smaller twins in his wife's rooms one day, when Flossie and Freddie had come to play with Laddie.
"Why, those are the two little children who were on the elevated express," said the store owner, in surprise.
