And it was going to be something very odd, I can tell you that much.



CHAPTER VIII

IN NEW YORK

The Bobbsey twins had been to so many places, and had so often ridden in
railroad trains, that this first part of their trip--journeying in the
steam cars--was nothing new to them. They were quite like old travelers;
at least Nan and Bert were. For Flossie and Freddie there was always
sure to be something new and strange on such a long railroad trip.

The two older twins had picked out a nice seat in the center of the car,
and were comfortably settled, Bert kindly letting Nan sit next to the
window.

"You may sit here after a while," Nan said to Bert. "We'll take turns."

"That will be nice," replied Bert.

But Flossie and Freddie were not so easily pleased. Each of the smaller
twins wanted to sit next to the window, and their father and mother knew
that soon the little snub noses would be pressed close against the
glass, and that the bright eyes would see everything that flashed by as
the tram speeded on.

But the trouble was that there were not enough seats for Flossie and
Freddie each to have one, and, for a moment, it looked as though there