"I guess he won't follow us any more," went on Mr. Bobbsey. "Hurry
along now, children. We are almost at the trolley." He turned away
from the dog, who seemed to be asleep now, and the family went on. For
a minute or two, as Nan could tell by looking back, the dog did not
follow, but just as the Bobbseys were about to make a turn in the path,
up jumped the animal and came trotting on after the children and their
parents, wagging his tail so fast that it seemed as if it would come
loose.
"Is he coming?" asked Flossie.
"He certainly is," answered Bert, who was in the rear. "I guess he
wants us to take him home with us."
"Oh, let's do it!" begged Flossie.
"Please, papa," pleaded Freddie. "We haven't got Snoop now, so let us
have a dog. And I'm sure we could teach him to do tricks - he's so
smart."
"And so he's coming after us still!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "Well,
well, I don't know what to do," and he came to a stop on the path.
"Couldn't we take him home just for to-night?" asked Nan, "and then in
the morning we could find out who owns him and return him."
"Oh, please do," begged Freddie and Flossie, impulsively.
"But how can we take him on a trolley car?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "The
conductor would not let us."
"Maybe he would - if he was a kind man," suggested Freddie. "We could
tell him how it was, and how we lost our cat."
"And our silver cup," added Flossie.
"Well, certainly the dog doesn't seem to want to go home," said Mr.
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