Maybe he'd like that," added Flossie.
Little did the two small Bobbsey twins think what they would help to bring
back from New York for the poor, old woodchopper.
The train for New York was on time, and soon the twins, each pair in one
seat, with Father and Mother Bobbsey behind them, were looking out of the
car windows, happy and joyous as they started on their journey.
They were on their way to the great city of New York.
I shall not tell you all that happened on the trip. It was not really
much, for by this time the twins had traveled so often that a railroad
train was an old story to them. But they never tired of looking out of the
windows.
On and on clicked the train, rushing through the snow-covered country, now
passing some small village, and again hurrying through a city.
Now and then the car would rattle through some big piece of woods, and
then Flossie and Freddie would remember how they were tossed out of the
ice-boat, and how they had been so kindly cared for by Uncle Jack in his
lonely log cabin.
It was late in the afternoon when, after a change of cars, the Bobbsey
family got aboard a Pennsylvania railroad train that took them over the
New Jersey meadows. They crossed two rivers and then Flossie and Freddie,
who were eagerly looking out of the windows, suddenly found themselves in
darkness.
"Oh, another tunnel!" cried Freddie.
"Is it, Daddy?" asked Flossie.
"Yes, it's a big tunnel under the Hudson River.
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