"It's the entrance, and it is so big that there is room for stores on either side. It does look like a street."
And so it did, except that there were no automobiles or wagons in it—just people hurrying along. On either side of the arcade were stores, where fruit, candy, toys, flowers and Other things were sold. You can imagine that a station which has room in it for many trains, automobiles and thousands of people easily has room for stores also.
"Come on—right down this way!" called Flossie, hurrying ahead of the others, "I'll show you where the bugs are."
"The bugs that go around and around and around," laughed Bert, in a low tone to Nan.
"Oh, I do hope Freddie hasn't gotten into any trouble," sighed Nan, who, though she was only ten years old, felt much more grown up than either Flossie or Freddie.
"Here are the bugs!" cried Flossie, a little later, and she stopped in front of a station toy store, in the window of which a young man was showing how big tin bugs would move along on a spring roller that was fastened be-
