"Freddie must have gone outside the depot to go down a street," said Bert.
"Maybe she means he went into an animal store, where they sell monkeys and
parrots."

"No, they weren't any monkeys--nor parrots, either," said Flossie. "But
some of the big bugs were green like a parrot. And we didn't go outdoors,
either."

"Then show us where you did go," ordered Mr. Bobbsey quickly. "I think we
can find Freddie that way. Did you go into the store with him?" he asked
his little girl.

"Nope. I ran back to get the money to buy 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