"It will be great, going to New York!" cried Bert. "I want to see some of
the flying machines I've read about."
"And I want to see some of the lovely stylish dresses the girls wear as
they ride on Fifth Avenue," declared Nan. "Mother, do you think I could
have a _real_ dress from New York?" she asked in a whisper. "Not one
that's _too_ stylish, of course, but so I could say it came from New
York."
"I guess so," and Mrs. Bobbsey smiled. "But let's hear what Flossie and
Freddie most want to see in New York," and she looked at the two small
twins.
Flossie and Freddie thought for a moment, and then the blue-eyed boy,
shaking his flaxen curls, cried:
"I want to see a big fire, and watch the firemen put it out. But I hope
nobody gets hurt!"
"That last part is good, anyhow," said Mr. Bobbsey. "And how about my
little fat fairy?" and he playfully pinched Flossie's plump leg. "What do
you want to see?"
Flossie did not answer at once, but when she did she cried:
"A monkey!"
"A monkey?" repeated her father.
"Yes, the monkeys in the park. I read about them, and how they do such
funny tricks their cages. That's what I want to see--the monkeys in the
park."
"Oh, so do I!" cried Freddie. "Can I see the monkeys and a fire too?"
"Well, I guess so," answered his father. "But we will hope no big fires
will occur while we are in New York. As for monkeys, I guess there will be
plenty of them in the park.
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