"Oh, we have so!" cried his little sister. "Freddie Bobbsey!" and 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
came 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 goodnaturedly, 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, the Bobbsey cook,