sights they saw, began to think of their father and mother, as well as of
Bert and Nan.

"Where are they?" asked Flossie, after a bit, as she turned around and sat
down in her seat.

"Didn't they--didn't they come in after us?" asked Freddie, his chubby
face taking on a worried look.

"I--I didn't see them," returned Flossie. "Maybe they're in another car.
Let's go to look!"

To say a thing was generally to do it, with the smaller Bobbsey twins, at
least, and no sooner did Flossie say this than Freddie was ready to go
with her on a hunt for the others. The children slipped from their seats
and started for the door while the train was moving swiftly, but a guard,
who is a sort of brake-man, stopped them.

"Where are you youngsters going?" he asked good-naturedly.

"We want our father and mother," explained Freddie. "They must be in
another car. We hurried on ahead."

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time that has happened," said the guard,
with a laugh. "But I guess you're a little too small to go navigating
around from car to car when the train's moving. What's your father's name?
I'll have him called out for in the other cars."

"He's Mr. Richard Bobbsey, of Lakeport," said Flossie, "and my mother and
sister and brother are with him. My sister is Nan and my brother is Bert.