line of woodland melted into pretty little streams, that make their way in patches for many miles from the ocean front. "Like 'Baby Waters,'" Nan said, "just growing out from the ocean, and getting a little bit bigger every year."
"Won't we soon be there?" asked Freddie, for long journeys are always tiresome, especially to a little boy accustomed to many changes in the day's play.
"One hour more," said Mr. Bobbsey, consulting his watch.
"Let's have a game of ball, Nan?" suggested Bert, who never traveled without a tennis ball in his pocket.
"How could we?" the sister inquired.
"Easily," said Bert. "We'll make up a new kind of game. We will start in the middle of the car, at the two center seats, and each move a seat away at every catch. Then, whoever misses first must go back to center again, and the one that gets to the end first, wins."
"All right," agreed Nan, who always enjoyed her twin brother's games. "We will call it Railroad Tennis."
