"Not yet," would be the answer.
"Oh, look!" suddenly exclaimed Bert, pointing to the window of an office building near which they were standing. "There's Mr. Westen taking moving pictures!"
"Oh, so he is!" cried Nan. And there indeed, with his camera pointed out of the window, was their old friend.
He saw the children and waved to them.
"Here it comes! Here it comes!" was the sudden cry, and from the distance came the sound of music.
"The parade has started! The parade has started!" was the cry that ran through the crowd.
"Oh, isn't this great!" cried Nan, clasping her chum Mabel by the arm.
"It's just lovely!" the country girl said, "and so nice of your mother and uncle and aunt to ask me."
"Oh, we were only too glad to have you," said Nan, politely, but she meant it.
Freddie snuggled close up to fat Dinah.