hurry to get back to the hotel, and so did not question Freddie.
When they reached their rooms they found a letter from Mr. Bobbsey, saying he would have to stay in Lakeport a day longer than he expected. But he would soon be in New York again, he wrote.
Bert and Nan came home from the moving pictures, saying they had had a delightful time.
"So did we—in a goat wagon," cried Freddie.
"And Freddie and me are goin' to" began Flossie, but Freddie quickly cried:
"Come on and play fire engine, Flossie!" so his little sister did not finish what she had started to say.
It was the next day, soon after breakfast, that one of the hotel messengers—a small colored boy—knocked on the door of the suite of apartments occupied by the Bobbsey family, and when Mrs. Bobbsey answered, the colored boy said:
"He am downstairs. Ma'am. He am in de lobby."
"Who is?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
