"They don't seem worried," said one woman. "And they're quite lost in this
big city."
"Oh, we've been lost before," said Flossie easily. "Lots of times!"
"In the woods, too," added Freddie. "And we heard funny noises. But we
weren't scared. Were we, Flossie?"
"Nope. We'll just keep on riding now until Daddy comes for us. It's fun, I
think."
"And we don't have to pay for it, either," said Freddie, with
satisfaction, as he put away his only piece of money. "I'm going to save
this for peanuts for the monkeys."
"Will you save some for me?" asked Flossie. "I'm getting hungry."
"Maybe we'll eat these peanuts all ourselves," said Freddie, after
thinking about it for a moment. "We can get some for the monkeys later
afterward. I'm hungry, too."
"Well, you've got quite a long trip ahead of you," said the guard in whose
car they were. "It's quite a ride to One Hundred and Fifty-fifth Street.
I'll ask the gateman at the next stop if your father has telephoned about
you. Just sit still."
And so Flossie and Freddie, in the elevated express train, were having a
long ride all by themselves. They were not frightened now, for they were
sure their father or mother would come for them soon, as he had done the
day they were spilled out of the ice-boat and were taken in by Uncle Jack.
"I wonder what that nice woodchopper man is doing now?" asked Flossie.
"Uncle Jack, I mean."
"I hope his pain is better," said Freddie.
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