"Well, I guess Snoop is lost for good.
He has been away a long time now."
On the way back to Mr. Bobbsey's office, the trolley car got off the
track, on account of so much snow on the rails, and the children spent
some time watching the men get it back, the electricity from the wire
and rails making pretty flashes of blue fire.
"What luck?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, as the three came in his private office,
their faces shining and red with the glow of winter.
"None," said Nan sadly. "Snoop is gone."
"Have you heard from the circus fat lady yet, papa?" asked Flossie.
"Yes, we want our cup back," added her brother.
"No word yet," answered Mr. Bobbsey. "That circus is traveling all over
Cuba, and the letters I sent never seem to catch up to them. However, I
am sending one on ahead now, to a city where they will soon give a show.
The fat lady will find it there waiting for her, and she may answer
then."
And with this the children had to be content. Getting back home,
Flossie and Freddie took out their sleds and went for a coast on a small
hill, not far from their home. This was where the smaller children had
their fun, leaving the larger hill for the bigger girls and boys.
"Well, after this I think we all need something to cheer us up," said
Papa Bobbsey, who came home from the office early that day.
"Oh, have you got something good?" asked Nan, for she saw a queer little
twinkle in her father's eyes, and she knew that this generally meant a
treat of some kind.
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