the bugs that crawl around and around and around, and go in a little door all by theirselves!" said Flossie, who was not breathing so fast now.
"What is it all about?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "We seem to have found a queer part of New York as soon as we arrive."
"It's over this way," and Flossie, taking her father's hand, pulled him in the direction from which she had come. Up a flight of broad stone steps she led him, the others following, until, as they approached the main entrance of the station, Flossie pointed and said:
"There's the street with all the stores on it Freddie went down there, and we stopped in front of a window where the bugs are, that go around and around and———"
"Yes, dear, we know all about how they go around," said her mother, with a smile. "But show us where Freddie is."
"Just down the street," said Flossie. "Come on."
"Oh, I see what she means!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "It's the arcade. This is part of the depot—the vestibule, so to speak," he went on.
