conductor is sure not one of those boys went in another car, for they
all left the train at Ramsley's."

"I don't care!" cried Freddie, aloud, "I'll just have every one of
them arrested when we get to Auntie's. I knowed they had Snoop in
their boxes."

How Snoop could be "in boxes" and how the boys could be found at
Auntie's were two much mixed points, but no one bothered Freddie about
such trifles in his present grief.

"Why doan you call dat kitty cat?" suggested Dinah, for all this time
no one had thought of that.

"I couldn't," answered Freddie, "'cause he ain't here to call." And
he went on crying.

"Snoop! Snoop! Snoop Cat!" called Dinah, but there was no familiar
"me-ow" to answer her.

"Now, Freddie boy," she insisted, "if dat cat is alibe he will answer
if youse call him, so just you stop a-sniffing and come along. Dere's
a good chile," and she patted him in her old way. "Come wit Dinah and
we will find Snoop."

With a faint heart the little fellow started to call, beginning at the
front door and walking slowly along toward the rear.

"Stoop down now and den," ordered Dinah, "cause he might be hiding,
you know."