fireman. "I'll look after him," he went on, to Mrs. Bobbsey, and
she nodded to show that Freddie could go.

What a good time the little fellow had, standing beside a real
fireman, and helping throw real water on a real fire! Freddie never
forgot that. Of course the fire was almost out, and it was only
one of the small hose lines that the fireman let the little fellow
help hold, but, for all that, Freddie was very happy.

"Did you write to the circus people to-day about our silver cup,
and that trick dog?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey of her husband that night.

"I declare, I didn't!" he exclaimed. "The fire upset me so that it
slipped my mind. I'll do it the first thing to-morrow. There is no
special hurry. How is the dog, by the way?"

"Oh, he's just lovely!" cried Flossie.

"And I do hope we can keep him forever!" exclaimed Freddie.
"'Specially since Snoop is gone."

"Did you hear anything about our cat?" asked Nan, of her father.

"No. I sent a man to the railroad company, but no stray cat had
been found. I am afraid Snoop is lost, children."

"Oh dear!" cried Flossie.

The next day, having learned from the railroad company where the
circus had gone after the wreck, Mr. Bobbsey sent a letter to the