duck dodged, and made straight for the looking glass at the end of the
car.

"Oh, do get him, somebody!" cried Freddie, while the other strange
children in the car yelled in delight at the fun.

"He's kissing himself in the looking glass," declared one youngster,
as the frightened little duck flapped his wings helplessly against the
mirror.

"He thinks it's another duck," called a boy from the back of the car,
clapping his hands in glee.

Mr. Bobbsey had gone up carefully with his soft hat in his hand.
Everybody stopped talking, so the duck would keep in its place.

Nan held Freddie and insisted on him not speaking a word.

Mr. Bobbsey went as cautiously as possible. One step more and he
would have had the duck.

He raised his hand with the open hat--and brought it down on the
looking glass!

The duck was now gazing down from the chandelier!

"Ha! ha! ha!" the boys laughed, "that's a wild duck, sure!"

"Who's got a gun!" the boy in the back hollered.