He may be
running around some where. But we can't wait any longer. We must get
home. I'll speak to one of the switchmen, who stay around here, and if
they see Snoop I'll have them keep him for us. We'll come back tomorrow
and inquire."
"But we want Snoop now!" exclaimed Freddie, fretfully.
"I'm afraid we can't get him," said Mrs. Bobbsey, gently. "Come,
children, let's go home now, and leave it to papa. Oh, to think of your
lovely silver cup being gone!"
"Snoop is worse," said Flossie, almost crying.
"I - I'm sorry I let the fat lady take the cup," spoke Freddie.
"Oh, you meant all right, my dear," said his mamma, "and it was very
kind of you. But we really ought to start. We may miss a trolley.
Come, Dinah, can you carry all you have?"
"'Deed an' I can, Mrs. Bobbsey. But I suah am sorry 'bout dat ar'
Snoop."
"Oh, it wasn't your fault, Dinah," said Nan quickly. "He is getting to
be such a big cat that he can easily push the slats off his box, now.
We must make it stronger next time."
Flossie and Freddie wondered if there would be a "next time," for they
feared Snoop was gone forever. They did not worry so much about the
silver cup, valuable as it was.
With everyone in the little party carrying something, the Bobbsey family
set off across, the fields toward the distant trolley line that would
take them nearly home. The moon was well up now, and there was a good
path across the fields.
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