"Bed is the place for my tots!" said Mrs. Bobbsey softly, and soon
Flossie and Freddie were slumbering together.
Mr. Bobbsey came in with Nan and Bert about an hour later, the
pictures having been enjoyed very much.
"I surely am going to be a cowboy!" declared Bert. "I can easily be
one on the ranch you are going to own, can't I, Mother?"
"We'll see," replied Mrs. Bobbsey, with a quiet smile at her husband.
Then Nan and Bert went to bed and were soon asleep.
"Well, I hope Freddie doesn't fall out of bed again to-night, and wake
me up," said the children's mother.
"So do I," echoed her husband. "I think we shall all rest well to-
night."
But trying to sleep in a big city hotel is quite different from trying
to sleep in one's own, quiet home. There seemed to be even more noises
than on the railroad train, where the motion of the cars, and the
clickety-click of the wheels, appears to sing a sort of slumber song.
So it was that in the Chicago hotel Mrs. Bobbsey did not get to sleep
as soon as she wished.
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