“What you going to do?” asked Freddie.
“I’m going to make an elevated railroad,” declared Bert.
“Oh, can you?” cried Freddie. “And may I help?”
“May I ride on it?” questioned Flossie.
Nan remained at the window, looking at the queer old woman as she vanished down the street in the mist from the rain. Though Nan did not know it, this same old woman was soon to play a strange part in the lives of the Bobbsey twins.
“How you going to make an elevated railroad?” asked Freddie.
“I’ll show you,” answered Bert. “No, Flossie, you can’t ride on it,” he added, as his smaller sister again made her request. “It’s only the toy railroad put up on some chairs.”
“Oh, that’ll be fun!” cried Freddie. “I’ll help!”
He began dragging chairs away from the dining-room table, while Bert got from the closet, where it was kept, a toy train of cars that ran by electricity on a sectional track. Instead of putting the track together on the floor, as he usually did, Bert had decided to raise it in the air, supporting it on chairs and boards, thus making an elevated railroad.
“Be careful now, children,” warned Mrs. Bobbsey, when she saw what they were doing. “Don’t get hurt.”