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.
This is my brother, Freddie."
"Well, now I guess I know the whole family," laughed the guard, the other
passengers joining in a smile. "I'll see if I can find your folks for you,
though it's queer they haven't been looking for you themselves. You stay
here."
The guard started to go through the other cars of the elevated train, and
Freddie called after him:
"If you find my father, please tell him to open the box and take out the
yellow bug."
"The yellow bug?" repeated the guard in some surprise. "Is your father an
animal trainer?"
"Oh, no," said Flossie, seriously. "Freddie means one of the tin bugs
that go around and around and around. And, if you please, I want a green
one."
"Say, I wonder what kind of children these are, anyhow," murmured the
guard. "Guess they must belong to a theatre or a circus."
"They look nice," said a man sitting near the door.
"Oh, they're all _right_, that's sure. Well, I'll see if I can find their
folks for 'em."
Elevated railroad men in New York get used to doing queer things, and
seeing strange sights, so it did not cause much excitement when the guard
went into the different cars calling for Mr. Bobbsey. He had to come back
to his own car once to call out "Forty-second Street," and to open the
gates to let passengers off and others on.
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