"No, sir," went on Bert musingly, "school's no fun, and it starts
about a week after we get home. No chance to have a good time!"

"We've had fun all summer," replied his sister. "I rather like
school."

"Mamma, are we going to school this year?" asked Flossie, as she
looked back with a quick turning of her head that set her yellow
curls to dancing.

"If we are, I'm going to sit with Flossie--can't I?" asked Freddie,
kneeling in the seat so that he could face back to his father and
mother.

Indeed his request was not strange, since the two younger twins
were always together, even more so than their brother and sister.

"Yes, I think you and Freddie will start school regularly this
term," said Mrs. Bobbsey, "and, if it can be arranged, you may sit
together. We'll see about that. Be careful Freddie, don't put your
head out of the window," she cautioned quickly, for the little
chap had turned in his seat again, and was leaning forward to see
a horse galloping about a field, kicking up its heels at the sound
of the puffing engine.

"It's my turn to sit by the window, anyhow," said Flossie.

"It is not! We haven't passed a station yet," disputed Freddie.

"Oh, we have so!" cried his little sister. "Freddie Bobbsey!" and