"What about our cat, Snoop?" asked Flossie. "I want to take Snoop
along. Wouldn't you like to go in a boat, Snoop?" and Flossie picked
the fat cat up in her arms. Snoop was quite an armful now. "Don't you
want to go, Snoop?"

"Meow!" was all Snoop said, and that might have meant anything at all.

"Supper first," suggested Mr. Bobbsey, "and after that we'll talk
about the boat."

The meal was a merry one, and there was much talk and laughter. As
Dinah brought on one good thing to eat after another, Mrs. Bobbsey
said:

"I hope every one has as nice a supper as we have."

"Were you thinking of any one in particular?" asked her husband.

"Yes, of that poor boy who came on the boat to-day," she answered. "I
wonder if he has a good supper after his long walk this morning?"

"Well, they say Mr. Hardee doesn't feed his help any too well," spoke
Mr. Bobbsey. "But now let's talk about our houseboat trip."

"Oh, what fun we'll have!" cried Freddie and Flossie, clapping their
chubby hands.

"Did you plan a trip?" Mrs. Bobbsey wanted to know.

"Well, partly, yes. I thought we could go down Lake Metoka to Lemby