"Oh, it wasn't your fault, Dinah," said Nan quickly. "He is getting
to be such a big cat that he can easily push the slats off his box,
now. We must make it stronger next time."

Flossie and Freddie wondered if there would be a "next time," for
they feared Snoop was gone forever. They did not worry so much
about the silver cup, valuable as it was.

With everyone in the little party carrying something, the Bobbsey
family set off across the fields toward the distant trolley line
that would take them nearly home. The moon was well up now, and
there was a good path across the fields. Nan and Bert were talking
about the wreck, and recalling some of the funny incidents of
catching the circus animals.

Flossie and Freddie were wondering whether they would ever see
their pet cat again. They had had him so long that he seemed like
one of the family.

"Maybe he ran off and joined the circus," said Flossie.

"Maybe," spoke her brother. "But he can't do any tricks, so they
won't want him in a show."

"He can so do tricks! He can chase his tail and almost grab it."

"That isn't a trick."

"It is so--as much as standing on your head."