"
Mrs. Bobbsey hurried into the hall outside their apartment in the
hotel. Bert, Nan and Flossie followed, Flossie still laughing at the
funny way the cake of soap had slid around the bathroom when she
washed her hands.
Mrs. Bobbsey looked up and down the corridor, but she saw nothing of
her little boy. She was hurrying toward the elevators, where the red
light burned at night, when she met one of the chambermaids who looked
after the rooms and made up the beds.
"Are you looking for your little boy?" asked the maid, smiling
pleasantly at Mrs. Bobbsey and the children.
"Yes, I am," answered Freddie's mother. "Have you seen him?"
"Yes," was the answer. "You needn't look for him, I gave him the
money."
"You gave him the money! What money?" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "I
didn't send him for any money."
"Why, I saw him come out of your room and start for the elevator," the
maid went on. "I was working across the hall. I heard your little boy
saying that he couldn't get in without money and then he looked at me.
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