"She had it in her hand when the train stopped with such a jerk,"
explained Flossie. "Oh, but mamma, don't you want us to find
Snoop--dear Snoop?"

"Of course I do. But I want that silver cup very much, too. I hope
your father finds it."

"But there never could be another Snoop," cried Flossie. "Could
there, Freddie? And we _could_ get another silver cup."

"Don't be silly," advised Bert, rather shortly.

"Oh, don't talk that way to them," said Nan. "They do love that
cat so. Never mind, Flossie and Freddie. I'm sure we'll find him
soon. Here comes papa."

Mr. Bobbsey came back, looking somewhat worried.

"Did you find her?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey anxiously.

"No," he replied, with a shake of his head. "She was the circus
fat lady all right. It seems she missed the show-train, and came
on in ours. And, when we stopped she got out, and went up ahead.
Part of the circus train, carrying the performers, was not damaged
and that has gone on. The fat lady is with that, so one of the men
said."

"And, very likely, she has carried off our silver cup," exclaimed
Mrs. Bobbsey. "Oh dear! Can you find her later, Richard?"