Snoop looked sadly
at Nan, as though he wished she would rescue him, and put him in the
traveling box either end first, if only he might be left in peace and
quietness.
"Oh, dear!" Nan exclaimed again. "I really don't know what to do! I
guess we'll leave Snoop home altogether!"
"Oh, no!" cried Flossie and Freddie.
"Here! What's all the trouble?" asked Bert, running around to the side
porch. "Hurry up! The auto is waiting."
"It's these twins!" said Nan, hopelessly.
"It's Flossie!" accused Freddie. "She wants Snoop to go in tail end
first, and he'll get all tangled up, 'cause he's got an awful long
tail."
"And Freddie wants to put him in head first, and he'll get dizzy same
as I did in the swing!" accused Flossie.
"Here! I'll settle this!" cried Bert, like a manly little chap. "Give
me that cat!"
He took Snoop from Flossie and Freddie, who let go willingly enough.
If Snoop could have talked he would have said, "Thank you, Bert!" I am
sure he would have.
"There, we'll put him in feet first," Bert went on, carefully lowering
the black cat into the box that way. "A cat always likes to land feet
first," he explained, "then he won't get tangled up in his tail, nor
dizzy.
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