Flossie and Freddie thought for a moment, and then the blue-eyed boy, shaking his flaxen curls, cried:
"I want to see a big fire, and watch the fire-men put it out. But I hope nobody gets hurt!"
"That last part is good, anyhow," said Mr. Bobbsey. "And how about my little fat fairy?" and he playfully pinched Flossie's plump leg. "What do you want to see?"
Flossie did not answer at once, but when she did she cried:
"A monkey!"
"A monkey?" repeated her father.
"Yes, the monkeys in the park. I read about them, and how they do such funny tricks in their cages. That's what I want to see—the monkeys in the park."
"Oh, so do I!" cried Freddie. "Can I see the monkeys and a fire too?"
"Well, I guess so," answered his father. "But we will hope no big fires will occur while we are in New York. As for monkeys, I guess there will be plenty of them in the park."
The children were so excited, thinking about
