"I hope Snoop is all right," Freddie reflected, seeing all the lunch
boxes that looked so much like Snoop's cage.

"Come on, little fellow," called the baggage man, "we only have a few
minutes."

Then they took Freddie to the rear car and showed him a big cage of
cows--it was a cage made of slates, with openings between, and through
the openings could be seen the crowded cattle.

"Oh, I would never put Frisky in a place like that," declared Freddie;
"he wouldn't have room to move."

"There is not much room, that's a fact," agreed the man. "But you see
cows are not first-class passengers."

"But they are good, and know how to play, and they give milk," said
Freddie, speaking up bravely for his country friends. "What are you
going to do with all of these cows'"

"I don't know," replied the man, not just wanting to talk about
beefsteak. "Maybe they're going out to the pasture."

One pretty little cow tried to put her head out through the bars, and
Bert managed to give her a couple of crackers from his pocket. She
nibbled them up and bobbed her head as if to say:

"Thank you, I was very hungry."

"They are awfully crowded," Nan ventured, "and it must be dreadful to