Part 9 (1/2)

Mr. Bobbsey had left his business with his partner to look after, and Bert had said Tommy Todd could sail the ice-boat as much as he pleased while Bert was in New York.

”Well, I guess we're ready to start,” said Mr. Bobbsey, when the house had been locked and the big automobile that was to take them to the station was puffing out in front. ”All aboard!”

”This isn't the train, Daddy!” laughed Nan.

”No, but we'll soon be there,” her father answered, ”Come along.”

Into the automobile they piled, parents, twins, baggage and all, and off they started. On the way to the depot Flossie cried:

”Oh, there's Uncle Jack!” and the sled of the woodchopper was seen moving slowly down the village street, with a load of logs piled high on it.

”Poor old man,” murmured Mrs. Bobbsey, ”Did you see if you could help him in any way?” she asked her husband.

”Yes, I have arranged it so that Uncle Jack will have plenty of food this Winter. He can keep warm, for he has a stove and can cut all the wood he wants. I sent our doctor to see him. But Dr. Haydon thinks Uncle Jack should go to a hospital.”

”Then why don't you send him? He was so good to the children----”

”I know he was, but he won't go to the hospital. He says he knows it costs money and he won't let me spend any on him. But when I come back from New York I'll see what I can do. I think he'll be all right for a while, poor old man.”

Uncle Jack, sitting on top of his load of wood, saw the children in the automobile and waved to them. The Bobbsey twins waved back.

”We must bring him something from New York,” said Freddie.

”We could get him a little toy chick, and then he wouldn't be lonesome.

Maybe he'd like that,” added Flossie.

Little did the two small Bobbsey twins think what they would help to bring back from New York for the poor, old woodchopper.

The train for New York was on time, and soon the twins, each pair in one seat, with Father and Mother Bobbsey behind them, were looking out of the car windows, happy and joyous as they started on their journey.

They were on their way to the great city of New York.

I shall not tell you all that happened on the trip. It was not really much, for by this time the twins had traveled so often that a railroad train was an old story to them. But they never tired of looking out of the windows.

On and on clicked the train, rus.h.i.+ng through the snow-covered country, now pa.s.sing some small village, and again hurrying through a city.

Now and then the car would rattle through some big piece of woods, and then Flossie and Freddie would remember how they were tossed out of the ice-boat, and how they had been so kindly cared for by Uncle Jack in his lonely log cabin.

It was late in the afternoon when, after a change of cars, the Bobbsey family got aboard a Pennsylvania railroad train that took them over the New Jersey meadows. They crossed two rivers and then Flossie and Freddie, who were eagerly looking out of the windows, suddenly found themselves in darkness.

”Oh, another tunnel!” cried Freddie.

”Is it, Daddy?” asked Flossie.

”Yes, it's a big tunnel under the Hudson River. In a little while you will be in New York.”

And not long afterward the train came to a stop. The children found themselves down in a sort of big hole in the ground, for the Pennsylvania trains come into the great Thirty-third Street station far below the street.