"Where are Flossie and Freddie?"
"They're walking around, just seeing how big the station is," said Nan.
"Trying to find out how much larger it is than our armory at home," added Bert with a laugh.
"Well, I hope they don't get lost," said Mr. Bobbsey. "This place is a good deal larger than our armory. I'd better go to look for them," he went on as a glance around, near the news stand, did not show the two little ones anywhere in sight.
"I'll come with you," offered Bert.
"No, you'd better stay here with your mother," said his father. "I don't want you getting lost, too." And he smiled at his son. "Stay right here. I'll not be long."
But if Mr. Bobbsey thought he was going to find Flossie and Freddie soon he was disappointed. He wandered about under the big glass roof, which at first the two younger twins had taken for the sky; but he did not see Flossie or Freddie.
"Has yo'all done lost suffin, boss?" inquired one of the colored porters.
