trips in the car.
But as we have so many children with us to-day," and he looked at Nan,
Bert, Flossie, Freddie and Laddie, "it will be better to go in the
machine."

On the way up, through the streets of the great city, the Bobbsey twins,
as did Laddie, looked out of the windows at the many sights. Once Freddie
saw a fire engine speeding on its way to some blaze.

"Oh, let's get out and watch!" he begged.

"Of course we can't do that!" said Mrs. Bobbsey.

"But maybe the fireman who rescued me will be there," went on Freddie.
"I'd like to see him again."

"I'll take you around to his fire house some time," promised Mr. Whipple.
"Won't that do as well?"

Freddie thought it would, and then he noticed a street piano, on top of
which perched a monkey.

"Maybe that's the one who tore your hat, Flossie," he said.

"No, this is a bigger one," returned the little girl. "Besides, if he is
the same one I don't want to see him. I feel sorry about the nice cherries
on my hat."

"Don't you like the one you and your brother bought in my store?" asked
Mr. Whipple, with a laugh.

"Oh, yes, it's awful nice," said Flossie. "But it hasn't any _cherries_ on
it. But I like it just as well," she went on quickly, thinking, I suppose,
that it might not be polite to say she did not.

"And now for the woodland camp!" cried Mr. Whipple, as they got out of his
automobile in front of his store. "You see," he explained to Mrs.
Bobbsey, "I sell a good many things that campers use--tents, pots, pans,
fishing rods and lines, lanterns, axes, cook stoves, boats, canoes, guns
and so on. Every year I set up, on the top floor of the store, a sort of
woodland scene--a camp. I get real bushes from the woods and some logs.
Then my men fix up a place to make it look as nearly like the real woods
as we can. We have real moss and dirt on the ground, and a little spring
of water. There is a real tent--two of them, in fact--and in one there are
cots for sleeping, while in the other the meals are cooked.

"I hire some real campers to stay in my store camp, and they live almost
as they would if they were actually camping out. This is to show the
people how to use the camping things I sell. It is a new kind of
advertisement, you see."

"And a very good one, I should think," said Mrs. Bobbsey.

"It sounds great!" cried Bert. "I wish we could go camping! Do you think
we ever could, Mother?"

"Well, I don't know," answered Mrs. Bobbsey slowly. "I did