to suit the fine animal. He had found friends, now, he evidently
thought. Mr. Bobbsey wondered why so valuable a dog would leave
its home. And he was very much puzzled as to what he should do if
the children insisted on keeping the animal, and if it came aboard
the trolley car.

"There's the car!" exclaimed Bert, as they went around another turn
in the path and came to a road. Down it could be seen the headlight
of an approaching trolley, and also the twin lamps of an oncoming
automobile.

"Look out for the auto, children!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey.

They stood at the side of the road, and as the auto came up the man
in it slowed down his machine. It was a big car and he was alone
in it.

"Well, I declare!" exclaimed the autoist, as his engine stopped.
"If it isn't the Bobbsey family--twins and all! What are you doing
here, Mr. Bobbsey?"

"Why, it's Mr. Blake!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey, seeing that the
autoist was a neighbor, and a business friend of his. "Oh, our train
was held back by a circus wreck, so we walked across the lots to
the car. We're homeward bound from the seashore."

"Well, well! A circus wreck, eh? Where did you get the dog?"

"Oh, he followed us," said Mrs. Bobbsey.