“That Mr. Whipple was a fine man,” said Freddie.

“Indeed he must be,” agreed Mrs. Bobbsey, and then, seeing a strange look on her husband’s face, she asked: 

“What is the matter?  Are you worried?”

“No, but I am trying to remember where I have heard that name before.  But so much has happened to-day that I can’t recall it.”

It had been indeed, a full day since the Bobbsey twins had left their home in Lakeport that morning, and Mrs. Bobbsey insisted on Flossie and Freddie, at least, going to bed early.  This the small twins were glad enough to do, after they had told Nan and Bert the different things that had happened after they got on the express train.

“It was an awful splendid store,” said Flossie, in speaking about Mr. Whipple’s establishment.

“Bigger’n any store in Lakeport,” added her twin.

“And the nicest clerks that ever was,” went on Flossie.  “Why, one of ’em had a whole counter full of cologne, and she squirted some on me when I went past, and it smelled awful good!”

After breakfast the next morning, when Mr. Bobbsey had finished sending some telegrams and telephone messages, he asked the children what they first wanted to see in New York.

“The monkeys!” cried Flossie and Freddie.

“I want to go on Fifth avenue and see the lovely shops and stores,” said Nan.

“And I want to go to the history museum and see the stuffed animals and the model of a whale,” said Bert, who had been reading of this.

“Well, how would you like to go and see some live fish?” asked Mr. Bobbsey.  “That ought to satisfy all of you, and Nan can see some stores on the way to the Aquarium.  I have to go downtown in New York,” he said to his wife, “and I can take the children to the Aquarium at the Battery as well as not.”

“All right,” said Mrs. Bobbsey.  “If you’ll do that I’ll stay here and rest.  Afternoon will do for me to go out.  Now mind, Flossie and Freddie, don’t get lost again!”

The small twins promised they would not and soon all four were on their way downtown with their father.  This time they went in the subway, or underground road, which, as Freddie said, was like one big, long tunnel.

“We’ll get out at the Brooklyn Bridge or City Hall Park,” said Mr. Bobbsey.  “I have to see a man in the City Hall, and from there we can walk to the Battery, as it is a nice day.  Or we can ride, if you get too tired.”

The children were sure they would not get too tired, and a little later they all got out at the subway station at Brooklyn Bridge.

There were many persons hurrying to and fro, trains coming in and going out, and lights all over, making the children think it was night, though it was in the morning.

“Wait here just a minute,” said Mr. Bobbsey, showing the twins a less crowded place where they could stay.  “I want to get a magazine over at the news-stand,” he added.