Visit to Spyworld

It was A jolly, bright spring day, and the Bobbsey Family were speeding along the Virginia highway in their big limousine. Tall, athletic Mr. Bobbsey was driving; slender, pretty Mrs. Bobbsey was knitting; and in the back seat chubby, blue-eyed Flossie and Freddie Bobbsey were playing poker for low stakes. They were all so happy, for they were going on a visit to Spyworld, the newly opened CIA recreation area at Langley, Virginia.

Suddenly, little Freddie Bobbsey sat up and pointed excitedly out of the window. “Oh, goodie, goodie!” he cried. “We’re almost there. Look at the big sign!”

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It was A jolly, bright spring day, and the Bobbsey Family were speeding along the Virginia highway in their big limousine. Tall, athletic Mr. Bobbsey was driving; slender, pretty Mrs. Bobbsey was knitting; and in the back seat chubby, blue-eyed Flossie and Freddie Bobbsey were playing poker for low stakes. They were all so happy, for they were going on a visit to Spyworld, the newly opened CIA recreation area at Langley, Virginia.

Suddenly, little Freddie Bobbsey sat up and pointed excitedly out of the window. “Oh, goodie, goodie!” he cried. “We’re almost there. Look at the big sign!”