Some whom
Mr. Bobbsey questioned were visitors, like himself, and others were men
who worked in the big library. But, for a time, one and all gave the
same answer; they had not seen Flossie.
Along the halls and into the different rooms went Mr. Bobbsey and Bert.
But no Flossie could they find until, at last, they approached a very
large room where a man with very white hair sat at a desk. The door of
this room was open, and there were many books in cases around the walls.
"Excuse me," said Mr. Bobbsey to the elderly gentleman who looked up
with a smile as Flossie's father and Bert entered the room. "Excuse me
for disturbing you; but have you seen anything of a little girl--"
"Did she have blue eyes?" asked the old man.
"Yes!" eagerly answered Mr. Bobbsey.
"And did she have light hair?"
"Oh, yes! Have you seen her?"
Softly the man arose from his desk and tiptoed over to a folding screen.
He moved this to one side, and there, on a leather couch and covered by
an office coat, was Flossie Bobbsey, fast asleep.
"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Bert.
"Hush!" said the old man softly. "Don't awaken her. When she arouses
I'll tell you how she came in here.
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