"I will," said Mr. Bobbsey, and he was about to walk on when the porter called to him:
"Heah comes a light-haired, blue-eyed gal now, an' she's runnin' like she's in a hurry. Maybe she's yo'rs."
Mr. Bobbsey looked up in time to see Flossie running toward him from the front part of the station. She seemed much excited, and when she neared her father she called:
"Oh, Daddy! guess what happened!"
"I'm afraid I haven't time," said Mr. Bobbsey quickly. "We must hurry away. Where is Freddie?"
"That's what I mean! Guess what happened to him," went on Flossie, who was rather out of breath.
"I can't," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Tell me quickly, Flossie. Is he hurt?"
"Oh, no; he's all right. But he's gone off down the street, and he went into a store where there was a lot of bugs in the window, and he says he's going to buy some. I want some bugs, too!"
"What in the world is she talking about?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, who from where she sat
