there?" she asked.

"Yes, mamma," answered Freddie, into the telephone. "And I want to come
home."

"You shall, dear. Papa shall come for you at once."

"Oh, he's found! He's found!" shrieked Nan. "Aren't you glad, Bert?"

"Of course I am," answered Bert. "But I can't understand how he happened
to go to sleep in such a lively store as that."

"He must have walked around until he got tired," replied Nan. "You know
Freddie can drop off to sleep very quickly when he gets tired."

As soon as possible Mr. Bobbsey drove around to the department store in
his sleigh. The watchman and Freddie were on the look-out for him, the
little boy with the kitten still in his arms.

"Oh, papa!" cried Freddie. "I am so glad you have come! I--I don't want
to go to sleep here again!"

The watchman's story was soon told, and Mr. Bobbsey made him happy by
presenting him with a two-dollar bill.

"The little chap would have been even more lonely if it hadn't been for
the kitten," said the man. "He wanted to keep the thing, so I told him
to do it."

"And I'm going to," said Freddie proudly. "It's just the dearest kitten