"I had much rather find the fat lady, and get back your lovely silver
cup," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I hope she hasn't taken it away with her."

"She had it in her hand when the train, stopped with such a jerk,"
explained Flossie. "Oh, but mamma, don't you want us to find Snoop -
dear Snoop?"

"Of course I do. But I want that silver cup very much, too. I hope
your father finds it."

"But there never could be another Snoop," cried Flossie. "Could there,
Freddie? And we could get another silver cup."

"Don't be silly," advised Bert, rather shortly.

"Oh, don't talk that way to them," said Nan. "They do love that cat so.
Never mind, Flossie and Freddie. I'm sure we'll find him soon. Here
comes papa."

Mr. Bobbsey came back, looking somewhat worried.

"Did you find her?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey anxiously.

"No," he replied, with a shake of his head. "She was the circus fat
lady all right. It seems she missed the showtrain, and came on in ours.
And, when we stopped she got out, and went up ahead. Part of the circus
train, carrying the performers, was not damaged and that has gone on.
The fat lady is with that, so one of the men said."

"And, very likely, she has carried off our silver cup," exclaimed Mrs.