"Whipple!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey, and a thoughtful look came over his
face. "Daniel Whipple," and he seemed to be trying to think of something
he had heard a long while before.

"Yes; you may have seen it in my advertisements. I advertise in the
papers every day."

"Ah, yes, I presume so," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Thank you very much, Mr.
Whipple, for looking after the children for me. I reached the One Hundred
and Twenty-fifth Street elevated station a little while ago, and the
ticket agent there was very much excited because the children had slipped
out while he was in his office.

"We were just trying to think where they could have gone, when your clerk
came up to say they were here. Now I'll take them to their mother, who is
quite anxious about them."

"I can well believe she is," said Mr. Whipple. "Come and see me again," he
invited Flossie and Freddie, who, after their father had paid for the new
hat, went away with him.

A little later they were safe in the hotel where the Bobbsey family was to
live while in New York. Mrs. Bobbsey, Bert and Nan were already there, and
quite glad to see the two runaways, you may be sure.

"What a lot of adventures you must have had!" cried Nan, when Flossie and
Freddie had told her a few of the things that had happened.

"We did!" laughed Freddie. "You ought to have seen that monkey's face when
he bit on those make-believe cherries on Flossie's hat!" and Freddie