"I mean the curtains and chairs
and such things are ever so much nicer."
"You can't eat curtains!" exclaimed Bert. "And I'm hungry. I hope they
have good things to eat."
"I think they will," his father remarked with a laugh.
And when, a little later, they went down to the dining room, the
Bobbsey twins found that it was a very good hotel, indeed, as far as
things to eat were concerned.
Though Mrs. Bobbsey was very much interested in Chicago, and though
Mr. Bobbsey was glad to get there to look after some matters of his
lumber business, I must admit that none of the Bobbsey twins thought a
great deal of the big city.
"'Tisn't any different from New York!" declared Bert, as he looked at
the big buildings, the elevated roads, the street cars and the
hurrying crowds. "I wouldn't know but what I was in New York."
"Yes, in some ways it is much like New York," his mother agreed.
"But there isn't any big lake in New York, such as there is here,"
said Nan.
"Well, I guess the New York Atlantic Ocean is bigger than Lake
Michigan," returned Bert.
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