I feel rather lost without
him in this big hotel."
"I'm here," said Bert, with a smile.
"Yes, you'll have to be my little man, now. And do, please, keep watch of
Flossie and Freddie while your father is away. There's no telling what
they'll do next."
And really there was not. For instance, who would have supposed that a
goat--
But there, I'd better start at the beginning of this part of my story.
It was a few days after the ride in the automobile patrol that Mrs.
Bobbsey received word that a friend whom she had known when they were both
small children was living in New York. This lady asked Mrs. Bobbsey to
call and see her.
* * * * *
"We do not live in a nice part of New York," wrote the lady--who was a
Mrs. Robinson--in her letter, "for we can't pay much rent. But our
apartment house is not hard to reach from your hotel, and I would very
much like to see you. Come and bring the children. They can watch the
other children playing in the streets. I know the streets are not a very
nice place to play in, but that's all we have in New York."
* * * * *
So Mrs. Bobbsey decided to call on her old friend, whom she had not seen
for many years. She said she would take Flossie and Freddie with her. Nan
and Bert were going to a moving picture show with another boy and girl and
the latter's mother.
Mrs. Robinson lived on the east side of New York, in what is called an
apartment house.
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