she pointed her finger at him.

"Children--children," said Mrs. Bobbsey reprovingly.

"Are you two taking turns?" asked Bert, smiling with an older
brother's superior wisdom.

"Yes," answered Flossie, "he was to have the seat next to the window
until we came to a station, and then it's to be my turn until we
pass another station, and we have passed one, but he won't change
over."

"Well, it was only a little station, anyhow," asserted Freddie,
"and it come awful quick after the last one. It isn't fair!"

"There's a seat up ahead for you, Bert," suggested Mr. Bobbsey, as
a gentleman got up, when the train approached a station. "You can
sit there, and let Flossie or Freddie take your place."

"All right," answered Bert good-naturedly, as he got up.

The train rolled on, the two younger twins each having a window
now, and Nan occupying the seat with her little brother. For a
time there was quietness, until Mrs. Bobbsey said to her husband:

"Hadn't you better get some of the satchels together, Richard, and
tell Dinah what she is to carry?"

"I think I will," he answered, as he went up the car aisle a
little way to where a very fat colored woman sat. She was Dinah,