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Don did his best to extricate his personal property from the gum without wasting too much of the rare treat. So he carefully chewed off every bit that clung to each article as he pulled it forth. He replaced the treasures in his pocket and thrust the gum in his mouth just as Dot came back.

“See that red sign—up there?” said she, pointing to an electric sign overhead.

“Well, that reads where the trains go. This one just coming in is uptown the man said.”

With that she dragged her twin aboard without ceremony—was he not chewing that gum again, and did she have any? No, sir!

Dot refused to speak a word to Don as they were whisked along to the Hoboken terminal. Here they jumped off and stood and looked about anxiously for their friends. Not a child was to be seen besides themselves.

“Did they go back to the train to find us?” asked Dot.

“No, they got on the New York cars and thought we were on, too. When they get to 23rd Street they’ll miss us and wait there till we come,” explained Don, taking the gum from his mouth again to speak.