the children to fret now, with still quite a distance yet to go home,
and that in a trolley car. There were bundles to carry, weary children
to look after, and Mrs. Bobbsey was rather tired also. No wonder Papa
Bobbsey thought he had many things to do that night.

"Come along, children," called Mrs. Bobbsey, "it is getting late, and we
are only about half way to the trolley. Oh dear! If that circus had to
be wrecked I wish it could have waited until our train passed."

"Are you very tired?" asked her husband. "I can take that valise."

"Indeed you'll not. You have enough."

"Lemme have it, Massa Bobbsey," pleaded Dinah. "I ain't carryin' half
enough. I's pow'ful strong, I is."

"Nonsense, Dinah!" said Mr. Bobbiey. "I can manage, and your arms are
full."

"I - I wish she had Snoop," said Freddie, but he was so interested in
watching the queer dog that he half forgot his sorrow over the lost cat.

The dog seemed to have made great friends with Flossie. She was patting
him on the head now, for the animal, after marching about on his hind
legs, was down on all fours again.

"Oh, mamma, he's awful nice!" exclaimed Flossie. "He's just as gentle,
and he's soft, like the little toy lamb I used to have."

"Indeed he does seem to be a gentle dog," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "But come