Mr. Bobbsey had not yet gone to his lumber office. He listened to what
the little twins had to tell them about Snap, who lay on the lawn,
seeming to listen to his own praises.
"A trick dog; eh?" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "I wonder who owns him?"
"Maybe he escaped from the circus," suggested Bert, who came out just
then to see how his pigeons were getting along.
"That's it!" cried Mr. Bobbsey. "I wonder I did not think of it before.
The dog must have escaped from the wrecked circus train, and he followed
us, not knowing what else to do. That accounts for his tricks."
"But we can keep him; can't we?" begged Flossie.
"Hum! I'll have to see about that," said Mr. Bobbsey slowly. "I
suppose the circus people will want him back, for he must be valuable.
Perhaps some clown trained him."
"But if we can't have Snoop, our cat, we ought to have a dog," asserted
Freddie.
"I'll try to get Snoop back," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I'll have one of my
men go down to the place where the wreck was, today, and inquire of the
railroad men. He may be wandering about there."
"Poor Snoop!" said Nan, coming out to feed some of her pet chickens,
that Sam had looked after all summer.
"And while you are about it," suggested Mrs. Bobbsey, who was on the
front porch, "I wish, Richard, that you would see if you can locate that
fat lady, and get back the children's silver cup."
"I will," replied Mr. Bobbsey. "I will have to write to them anyhow,
about the dog, and at the same time I'll ask about the cup.
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