"That's a queer trick," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I guess this dog has
been trained. He probably belongs around here."

"I wish he belonged to us," sighed Nan. Like Flossie and Freddie
she, too, loved animals.

"Maybe we can keep him if we don't find Snoop," suggested Freddie.
"Oh, papa, will you get Snoop back?" and Freddie's voice sounded
as though he was going to cry.

"Yes, yes, of course I will," said Mr. Bobbsey quickly. He did not
want the children to fret now, with still quite a distance yet to
go home, and that in a trolley car. There were bundles to carry,
weary children to look after, and Mrs. Bobbsey was rather tired
also. No wonder Papa Bobbsey thought he had many things to do that
night.

"Come along, children," called Mrs. Bobbsey, "it is getting late,
and we are only about half way to the trolley. Oh dear! if that
circus had to be wrecked I wish it could have waited until our
train passed."

"Are you very tired?" asked her husband. "I can take that valise."

"Indeed you'll not. You have enough."

"Lemme hab it, Massa Bobbsey," pleaded Dinah. "I ain't carryin'
half enough. I's pow'ful strong, I is."