along now, children. We are almost at the trolley." He turned away
from the dog, who seemed to be asleep now, and the family went on.
For a minute or two, as Nan could tell by looking back, the dog
did not follow, but just as the Bobbseys were about to make a turn
in the path, up jumped the animal and came trotting on after the
children and their parents, wagging his tail so fast that it seemed
as if it would come loose.

"Is he coming?" asked Flossie.

"He certainly is," answered Bert, who was in the rear. "I guess he
wants us to take him home with us."

"Oh, let's do it!" begged Flossie.

"Please, papa," pleaded Freddie. "We haven't got Snoop now, so let
us have a dog. And I'm sure we could teach him to do tricks--he's
so smart."

"And so he's coming after us still!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "Well,
well, I don't know what to do," and he came to a stop on the path.

"Couldn't we take him home just for tonight?" asked Nan, "and then
in the morning we could find out who owns him and return him."

"Oh, please do," begged Freddie and Flossie, impulsively.

"But how can we take him on a trolley car?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "The
conductor would not let us."