"Turn you over to the agent, unless we have some other word about you,"
the trainman answered. "Wait, we're going to stop here, and there may be a
message." He hurried out on the platform.

As the train was leaving that station Flossie and Freddie saw the ticket
agent run out, waving his hand, and they heard him shout something to
their guard. When the latter came into their car again he said to Flossie
and Freddie:

"That message was about you two. The agent said two lost children were on
this train and that they were to be put off at the next station and left
until their father came for them. You're the only lost children I know
of."

"And we're not lost so _very_ much," said Flossie slowly. "'Cause _we_ are
here. It's Daddy and the rest who are lost."

"Well, they'll soon be along--coming on the next train," said the guard.
"I'll turn you over to the agent at One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street
and you'll be all right."

This was done. The train came to a stop; many passengers got off and a
kind woman took Flossie and Freddie in charge and saw that they got inside
the elevated station, where the agent, who had been telephoned to, knew
about them and was expecting them.

"Now, just sit right down here and be comfortable," the agent said to the
Bobbsey twins. "You'll be all right, and your folks will soon come for
you. I have to sit in the office and sell tickets."