"Oh, I want to sit there!" cried Flossie. "Mother, make Freddie give me
that place! Please do!"
"No! I was first!" exclaimed the little boy, and this was true enough.
"I want to look out the window and see the cows!" went on Flossie, and
her voice sounded as though she might cry at any moment. "I want to see
the cows!"
"And I want to see the horses," declared Freddie. "If I'm going to be a
fireman I've got to look at horses, haven't I?" he asked his father.
"Cows are better than horses!" half-sobbed Flossie. "Mother, make
Freddie let me sit where I can look out!"
"Children! Children! This isn't at all nice!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey.
"What shall I do?" she asked her husband in a low voice, for several of
the passengers were looking at Flossie and Freddie, whose voices were
rather loud.
"I'll let Flossie have my place," offered Nan. "I don't mind sitting in
the outside seat. Here, Flossie, come over here and sit with Bert, and
I'll sit with Freddie."
"Thank you, very much, Nan," said her mother in a low voice. "You are a
good girl. I'm sure I don't know what makes Flossie and Freddie act so.
They are usually pretty good on such a journey as this.
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