"Freddie Bobbsey. What's yours?"

"Laddie Dickerson. Where do you live?"

"We live away up in Lakeport, but we're staying at the Parkview Hotel."

"Why--why, that's where _we_ live, my mother and my uncle and my aunt. My
father is dead. We live at the hotel, except in the Summer, when we go to
the seashore. What floor are you on?"

"The tenth. I know 'cause I holler it out when we come up in the
elevator."

"Why, _we_ live on the tenth floor, too," said Laddie Dickerson. "It's
funny I never saw you."

"And it's funny I never saw you," replied Freddie. "Say, come and play
with me, will you?"

"Sure I will! Well have lots of fun. I've got a train of cars."

"I've got a fire engine!" said Freddie, his eyes big with delight. "Oh,
what fun we'll have!"

"Hush, Freddie dear," said his mother, for the little boy was talking
rather loudly. "The curtain is going up again."