Bobbsey, and he told his little boy what he had heard him
say in his sleep. "Well, we had all better go to the dining car again.
It will be our last meal there."
"Our last meal!" cried Bert. "Aren't we going to eat again?"
"Not on this train," his father answered. "We'll be in Chicago in time
for dinner."
Breakfast over, the Bobbseys began gathering up their different things
to be ready to get out at Chicago when the train should reach that big
and busy city.
It was about ten o'clock when the station was reached, and the Bobbsey
twins thought they had never been in such a noisy place, nor one in
which there were more people.
But Daddy Bobbsey had traveled to Chicago before, and he knew just
what to do and where to go. He called an automobile, and in that the
whole family rode to the hotel where they were to stay while they were
in the city.
Two days were to be spent in Chicago, which Mrs. Bobbsey had not
visited for some time. She wanted to look around a little, and show
the children the various sights.
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