have a dog. And I'm sure we could teach him to do tricks - he's so
smart."

"And so he's coming after us still!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "Well,
well, I don't know what to do," and he came to a stop on the path.

"Couldn't we take him home just for to-night?" asked Nan, "and then in
the morning we could find out who owns him and return him."

"Oh, please do," begged Freddie and Flossie, impulsively.

"But how can we take him on a trolley car?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "The
conductor would not let us."

"Maybe he would - if he was a kind man," suggested Freddie. "We could
tell him how it was, and how we lost our cat."

"And our silver cup," added Flossie.

"Well, certainly the dog doesn't seem to want to go home," said Mr.
Bobbsey, after he had tried two or three times more to drive the animal
back. But it would not go.

"Go on a little farther," suggested Mrs. Bobbsey. "By the time we get
to the trolley he may get tired, and go back. And if we want to lose
him I think we can, by getting on the car quickly."

"But we don't want to lose him!" cried Freddie.

"No, no!" said Flossie. "We want to keep him. He can run along behind