his fluffy tail he came straight for Flossie.

"Be careful!" warned Mamma Bobbsey.

"He won't hurt her!" declared Bert. "That's a good dog, anyone can tell
that. Here, doggie; come here!" he called.

But the dog still advanced toward Flossie, who shrank back a bit
timidly.

"You never can tell what dogs will do," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "It is best
to be careful."

"I guess he knew what Flossie said to him," spoke up Freddie. "He knows
we like dogs."

The dog barked a little, and, coming up to where Flossie was, again
stood on his hind legs.

"That's a queer trick," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I guess this dog has been
trained. He probably belongs around here."

"I wish he belonged to us," sighed Nan. Like Flossie and Freddie she,
too, loved animals.

"Maybe we can keep him if we don't find Snoop?" suggested Freddie. "Oh,
papa, will you get Snoop back?" and Freddie's voice sounded as though he
was going to cry.

"Yes, yes, of course I will," said Mr. Bobbsey quickly. He did not want