The train for New York was on time, and soon the twins, each pair in one seat, with Father and Mother Bobbsey behind them, were looking out of the car windows, happy and joyous as they started on their journey.
They were on their way to the great city of New York.
I shall not tell you all that happened on the trip. It was not really much, for by this time the twins had traveled so often that a railroad train was an old story to them. But they never tired of looking out of the windows.
On and on clicked the train, rushing through the snow-covered country, now passing some small village, and again hurrying through a city.
Now and then the car would rattle through some big piece of woods, and then Flossie and Freddie would remember how they were tossed cut of the ice-boat, and how they had been so kindly cared for by Uncle Jack in his lonely log cabin.
It was late in the afternoon when, after a change of cars, the Bobbsey family got aboard a Pennsylvania railroad train that took them
