"But I'll yell at one of the guards," this agent called into the telephone
instrument, "and tell him to put the children off at the next stop. I'll
do that," and he rushed out to try to call to one of the trainmen.

"That will be One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street," said the first agent,
as he came out of his little office. "That's the best I can do. Your two
little children will be put off the train when it makes the stop there,
and the ticket agent will look after them until you get there. You can
wait for the next express, or you can take a local train here and change
to the express at Sixty-sixth Street."

When the next train came along, they got on, eager and anxious to catch up
to the missing children. In order not to be bothered with the
hand-baggage, Mr. Bobbsey had called a taxicab and had had the chauffeur
take it to the hotel were they were to stop, which was an uptown hotel,
near enough to Central Park for Flossie and Freddie to walk over to see
the monkeys as often as they wished.

Meanwhile the two runaway children--who really did not mean to run
away--were in the express train speeding along. After their first
surprise at finding themselves alone, they were not frightened, but
continued to look out of the windows and to wonder at the many sights they
saw.

"Well, we'll be at the end of this run some time," said the guard, who had
been talking with Flossie and Freddie.

"What will you do with us then?" the little boy asked.