Suddenly Flossie, who had set her basket down on one of the outside
seats, gave a cry,
"What's the matter?" asked her mother, turning quickly. "What is it,
Flossie?"
"Oh, my basket! My basket!" cried the little girl. "There's something
in it! Something alive! Look, it's wriggling!"
And, surely enough, the basket she had carried, was "wriggling." It
was swaying from side to side on the station seat.
CHAPTER IX
DINNER FOR TWO
Freddie Bobbsey, called away from looking at the magazine pictures on
the news stand, came running over when he heard Flossie shout.
"What's the matter?" asked the little boy. "Did something else fall on
you, Flossie, like the sheets flopping over your head?"
"No, nothing falled on me!" exclaimed Flossie. "But look! Look at my
basket! It's wriggling!"
"There's something in it!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, while her husband
quickly hurried away from the man to whom he was talking, and prepared
to see what the matter was. "There's something in your basket,
Flossie! Did you put anything in?"
"No, Mother!" answered the little girl.
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