"I'll look after him," he went on, to Mrs. Bobbsey, and she
nodded to show that Freddie could go.
What a good time the little fellow had, standing beside a real fireman,
and helping throw real water on a real fire! Freddie never forgot that.
Of course the fire was almost out, and it was only one of the small hose
lines that the fireman let the little fellow help hold, but, for all
that, Freddie was very happy.
"Did you write to the circus people today about our silver cup, and that
trick dog?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey of her husband, that night.
"I declare, I didn't!" he exclaimed. "The fire upset me so that it
slipped my mind. I'll do it the first thing tomorrow. There is no
special hurry. How is the dog, by the way?"
"Oh, he's just lovely!" cried Flossie.
"And I do hope we can keep him forever!" exclaimed Freddie. "'Specially
since Snoop is gone."
"Did you hear anything about our cat?" asked Nan, of her father.
"No. I sent a man to the railroad company, but no stray cat had been
found. I am afraid Snoop is lost, children."
"Oh dear!" cried Flossie.
The next day, having learned from the railroad company where the circus
had gone after the wreck, Mr. Bobbsey sent a letter to the manager,
explaining about the lost silver cup, and the found circus dog. He
asked that the fat lady be requested to write to him, to let him know if
she had taken the cup by accident, and Mr. Bobbsey also wanted to know
if the circus had lost a trick dog.
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