“Oh my!” cried Freddie and Flossie, and Freddie added:  “If he came to a party you’d have to make an awful lot of sandwiches!”

“I should say so!” laughed the keeper.  “One sandwich would hardly fill his hollow tooth, if he had one.”

The children spent some little time in the Bronx Park, and enjoyed every moment.  They liked to watch the funny monkeys, and see the buffaloes, which stayed outdoors even though it was quite cold.

The Bobbsey twins spent four days in New York, and every day was a delight to them.  They had many other little adventures, but none quite so “scary” as the one where Freddie slipped away to ride in the elevator.

Finally, Mr. Bobbsey’s business was finished, and one evening he said: 

“To-morrow we go to Washington.”

“Hurray!” exclaimed Bert.  “Then I can see Billy Martin.”

“And I can see Nell.  I like her very much,” added Nan.

“And I’m going to see the big monument!” cried Freddie.

Early the next morning the Bobbsey family took a train at the big Pennsylvania Station to go to Washington.  Nothing very strange happened on that trip except that a lady in the same car where the twins rode had a beautiful little white dog, and Flossie and Freddie made friends with it at once, and had lots of fun playing with the animal.

“Washington!  Washington!” called the trainman, after a ride of about five hours.  “All out for Washington!”

“Here at last, and I am glad of it,” sighed Mrs. Bobbsey.  “I shall be glad to have supper at the hotel and get to bed.  I am tired!”

But the children did not seem to be tired.  They had enjoyed every moment of the trip.  In an automobile they rode to their hotel, and soon were in their rooms, for Mr. Bobbsey had engaged three with a nice bath.  He had decided it would be best to stay at a hotel rather than at the Martins’ house, because there were so many Bobbseys; but they expected to visit their friends very often.

It was evening when the Bobbseys arrived in Washington, and too late to go sight-seeing.  But on the way to the hotel in the automobile they had passed the Capitol, with the wonderful lights showing on the dome, making it look as though it had taken a bath in moon-beams.

“Oh, it’s just lovely here!” exclaimed Nan, with a happy little sigh as they went down to supper, or “dinner” as it is generally called, even though it is eaten at night.

“Scrumptious!” agreed Bert.

The Bobbsey family had a little table all to themselves at one side of the room, and a waiter came up to serve them, Mr. Bobbsey giving the order.

Nan and Bert and Flossie and Freddie looked about.  It was not the first time they had stopped at a big hotel, but there was always something new and strange and interesting to be seen.

Bert, who had been gazing about the room, began to look at the dishes, knives and forks the waiter was putting on the table.  Suddenly the dark-haired boy took hold of the sugar bowl and turned it over, spilling out all the lumps.