"Mamma, how much longer have we got to ride?" asked Nan Bobbsey, turning in her seat in the railroad car, to look at her parents, who sat behind her. "Are you getting tired?" asked Nan's brother Bert. "If you are I'll sit next to the window, and watch the telegraph poles and trees go by. Maybe that's what tires you, Nan," he added, and his father smiled, for he saw that Bert had two thoughts for himself, and one for his sister.

Very still and quiet it was in the home of the Bobbsey twins. There was hardly a sound-that is, of course, except that made by four figures tiptoeing around through the halls and different rooms. "Hush " suddenly exclaimed Bert Bobbsey. "Hush " echoed his sister Nan. They were two of the twins. Again came the shuffling noise made by tiptoeing feet on the front stairs. "Quiet now, Flossie and Freddie " whispered Bert. "Go easy, and don't make a racket " He turned toward Nan, who was carrying something in a paper that rattled because of its stiffness. "Can't you be quieter?" asked Bert. "It...

THE BROKEN BRIDGE "Aren't you glad, Nan? Aren't you terrible glad?" "Why, of course I am, Flossie " "And aren't you glad, too, Bert?" Flossie Bobbsey, who had first asked this question of her sister, now paused in front of her older brother. She looked up at him smiling as he cut away with his knife at a soft piece of wood he was shaping into a boat for Freddie. "Aren't you terrible glad, Bert?" "I sure am, Flossie " Bert answered, with a laugh. "What makes you ask such funny questions?" "Well, if you're glad why doesn't you wiggle like I do?" asked Flossie, without answering Bert. "I feel...