Bobbsey.
"Oh, you'll get her hat back again, ma'am, I'm sure," the man said.
"There's lots of boys and young men who stay around the monument, hoping
for a chance to earn a stray dime or so by showing visitors around or
carrying something. One of them probably saw the hat flutter out of the
window, and somebody will pick it up."
"Well, let's go down and see," suggested Mr. Bobbsey. "I think we have
had all the view we want."
"Don't cry, Flossie," whispered Nan consolingly, as she took her little
sister by the hand. "We'll get your hat back again."
"And the roses, too?" Flossie asked.
"Yes, the roses and everything," her mother told her.
"If I were a big, grown-up fireman, I could climb down and get Flossie's
hat," said Freddie. "That's what firemans do. They climb up and down big
places and get things--and people," the little boy added after a moment
of thought.
"Well, I don't want my little fireman climbing down Washington
Monument," said Mr. Bobbsey. "It's safer to go down in the elevator."
And, a little later, the Bobbsey twins and their father and mother were
back on the ground again. Once outside the big stone shaft, they saw a
boy come running up with Flossie's hat in his hand.
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