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Dinah exclaimed. "'Pears like it was so stuck up an' fine dar ain't no place in dis 'yere Pullin' car good 'nough fer him." "Oh, the porter! the porter!" Bert cried. "He'll surely throw Snoop out of the window." "Snoop! Snoop!" the whole family called in chorus, but Snoop saw the porter himself and made up his mind the right thing to do under the circumstances would be to make friends.
Bobbsey, "but perhaps the painter can go over them with his brush in the morning so they won't show. We ought to have shut Snoop up, I suppose. Let me see now, how can I get her loose?" "Telephone to papa," suggested Bert. "He'll know of a way." "I believe I will do that," Mrs. Bobbsey said. Mr.
"One of the switchmen near where the wreck was, caught a lot of cats, that must have been living out in the fields all Summer," went on the agent, "but they were all sorts of colors. None was pure black, so I knew they could not be yours. I'm sorry." "Yes, so are we," replied Nan. "Well, I guess Snoop is lost for good. He has been away a long time now." On the way back to Mr.
He thrust his head behind it, to see if any one was back of it, there being just about room enough for him to do his. No one was there, but when Freddie tried to pull his head out again it would not come. "Oh! oh!" he cried, and his voice sounded queer, coming from behind the piano. "Oh. I'm stuck! I'm caught fast just like Snoop, only worse! Papa! Mamma! Come and get me out of the piano!"
"Dear me! what shall we do?" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "We can't possibly take Snoop with us, and we can't leave him here at the depot." "Harry will take Snoop back home in the auto," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Yes, give him to me I'll be careful of him," promised the young man from the lumberyard office, and Bert carried his pet over to the waiting automobile.
"Here comes Snoop," said Mr. Bobbsey, with a laughing glance at his friend Mr. Murphy, who had come back to the houseboat with him, after the mean farmer had cut the wire fence. "Snoop can't have my fish!" cried Freddie, now hugging his dangling prize close to his waist. "Oh, you'll get your clothes all dirty!" cried Mrs.
Harry was to be the wild animal trainer, and show off the black tiger, which was Snoop, and the fierce lion in a cage, which lion was only Snap, the dog. The show was not to take place until the next day, as Bert said the performers needed time for practice.
"I like cats and dogs," he added, and, carefully setting down the basket of flowers, he, too, ran down the platform. By this time Snap, chasing after the strange dog, was half-way across the street in front of the railroad station, but Snoop, the black cat, was not in sight.
In time all was straightened out, and how Snoop came back from the circus in far-off Cuba, how Snap was allowed to stay with the Bobbseys, and how even the cup was finally recovered all this you will find set down in the fourth book of this series. And now winter had come in earnest, though even before this story opens the Bobbsey twins had had a taste of snow and ice.
But don't yo' let 'at dog bite yo'." "We won't," said Freddie. "He wouldn't bite anyhow," declared Flossie. Sam opened the box stall for them, and out bounced the big white dog, barking in delight, and almost knocking down the twins, so glad was he to see them. "What shall we call him?" asked Freddie. "Maybe we'd better name him Snoop, like our cat. I guess Snoop is gone forever."
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