Snoop."

"Oh, it wasn't your fault, Dinah," said Nan quickly. "He is getting to
be such a big cat that he can easily push the slats off his box, now.
We must make it stronger next time."

Flossie and Freddie wondered if there would be a "next time," for they
feared Snoop was gone forever. They did not worry so much about the
silver cup, valuable as it was.

With everyone in the little party carrying something, the Bobbsey family
set off across, the fields toward the distant trolley line that would
take them nearly home. The moon was well up now, and there was a good
path across the fields. Nan and Bert were talking about the wreck, and
recalling some of the funny incidents of catching the circus animals.

Flossie and Freddie were wondering whether they would ever see their pet
cat again. They had had him so long that he seemed like one of the
family.

"Maybe he ran off and joined the circus," said Flossle.

"Maybe," spoke her brother. "But he can't do any tricks, so they won't
want him in a show."

"He can so do tricks! He can chase his tail and almost grab it."

"That isn't a trick."

"It is so - as much as standing on your head."