"When will we start?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.

"Not for some time, I'm afraid," spoke the ticket-taker. "The wreck
is a worse one than I thought at first, and some of the cars of
the circus train are across the track so we can't get by. We may
be here two hours yet."

"That's too bad. Where are we?"

"Just outside of Whitewood."

"Oh, that's near home!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "Why can't we get
out, Richard, walk across the fields to the trolley line, and take
that home? It won't be far, and we'll be there ever so much quicker."

"Well, we could do that, I suppose," said her husband, slowly.

"That's what a number of passengers did," said the conductor.
"There's no danger in going out now--all the animals are back in
their cages."

"Then that's what we'll do, children," said their father. "Gather
up your things, and we'll take the trolley home. The moon is coming
up, and it will soon be light."

"I'm hungry," said Freddie, fretfully.

"So am I," added his twin sister.