"I can't break any of the hotel windows with this," he said to his aunt.
"Did you ever break any windows?" asked Flossie, rather surprised.
"Once. I had a little wooden cannon that shot wooden balls. I shot one
right through the window of our parlor, and the next ball hit George, the
elevator boy, who was coming in with a telegram."
"And after that I had to take the cannon away from him," said Mrs.
Whipple, with a smile. "But I think the cork pop-gun will be all right."
Never had the Bobbsey twins had as much fun as they did the day of their
visit to Mr. Whipple's store. They were sorry when the late afternoon gave
the signal for starting back home.
"But we'll have fun to-morrow," said Bert to Nan, as they reached their
hotel.
"How do you know?" she asked.
"'Cause I heard Daddy tell Mother he was going to take us to Bronx Park to
see the animals."
"Oh, will we see the monkeys?" cried Flossie, who heard what her older
brother had said.
"Well, there are plenty of them there, so I've read," went on Bert, "Big
ones, too."
"I like little monkeys best, even if one did pull my hat to pieces," went
on Flossie. "Oh, I wish to-morrow would hurry up and come."
To-morrow finally did come, after the Bobbsey twins had gone to bed,
though when it came it was to-day instead of to-morrow. But that's the way
it always happens, doesn't it?
"All aboard for the Bronx!" cried Bert as, with his sisters and brother he
followed Mr.
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