good as done--that is, if it were not too hard. This time It seemed easy
to do. They looked toward the little office in which the ticket seller had
shut himself. He was busy selling tickets.

"He'll not see us," whispered Freddie. "Besides, we're coming right back
as soon as we see the monkey."

"And we'll give him some peanuts," added Flossie. "You can buy some with
your five cents, Freddie. And we won't give them _all_ to the monkey. I
want some."

"So do I. Come on, we'll go down."

The agent seemed to have forgotten them. At any rate his door was closed
and he could not see them. None of the passengers, hurrying in to buy
tickets, paid any attention to the Bobbsey twins. So, hand in hand,
Flossie and Freddie went out of the station, and down the long stairs to
where they could hear the music of the hand piano.

It was being played by an Italian man in the street, almost under the
elevated station, and, as Flossie leaned over the stair railing to look
down, she cried out:

"Oh, there is a monkey, Freddie! The man has it on a string!"

"That's good. Do you see peanuts anywhere?"

"Yes, there are some at that stand near the bottom of the stairs. Don't
lose your five cents!"