"Well, anyhow, Nan and Bert are there," said Freddie.
"And you're here," said the red-mustached policeman, "That's easy to see, though what he means about being half of the Bobbsey twins is more than I can guess. How many is twins, anyhow?"
"Two," some one said.
"We're four—that is, two sets," explained Flossie painstakingly. "Bert and Nan are older than us."
"Oh, I see," said the policeman whom the other officers called Captain, or "Cap." for short. "Well, where did you come from and where are you going?"
"We live at the Parkview Hotel," said Freddie, "and we got in here to have a ride. We didn't think you'd find us so soon."
"It is too bad," said the captain, with a laugh. "And I'm afraid I can't give you a ride any farther than to the station house. I suppose you know who you are and where you live," he went on, with a smile; "but, as we have to do things by rule in the police department, I'll have to make sure. So I'll take you to my office and telephone to the hotel. If I find you belong there I'll take you back."
"Then we'll have another ride!" said Flossie. "That will be nice, won't it, Freddie?"
"Um, I guess so. Only I'd like to sit out in front with the driver as long as you sneezed and told 'em we were here."
"I didn't sneeze any more than you giggled!" cried Flossie. "And, anyhow, I couldn't help it. That fuzzy blanket——"