I'll ask the man."
The elevator, just then, was at the bottom of the tower, but it was soon
on its way up, and Mrs. Bobbsey fairly rushed at the man as he opened
the door.
"Where is my little boy? Oh, have you seen my little boy?" she cried.
"Well, I don't know, lady," answered the elevator man. "What sort of
little boy was he?"
"He has blue eyes and light hair and--"
"Let me explain," Mr. Bobbsey spoke quietly. "My little boy, Freddie,
was out on the tower platform with us looking at the view, a few minutes
ago, and now we can't find him. We thought perhaps he slipped in here by
himself and rode down with you."
"Well, he might have slipped into my elevator when I wasn't looking,"
answered the man. "I took two or three little boys down on the last
load, but I didn't notice any one in particular. Better get in and ride
to the ground floor. Maybe the superintendent or the head elevator man
can tell you better than I. Get in and ride down with me."
"Oh, yes, and please hurry!" begged Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh, what can have
happened to Freddie?"
"I think you'll find him all right," said the elevator man. "No accident
has happened or I'd have heard of it.
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