Now, Flossie and Freddie, hustle around front and get into the
auto. I'll bring Snoop" he continued, as he fastened down the lid of
the traveling cage.
"That's right! Feet first!" cried Freddie, a happy smile on his face.
"Of course! Why didn't we think of putting Snoop in that way?" asked
Flossie, as she put her chubby hand in her brother's and ran with him
around to the front porch.
"Oh, such children!" sighed Nan as she followed Bert, who carried
Snoop in his cage. The black cat curled up and went to sleep. He was
used to traveling this way.
"My! What was the trouble?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. Nan and Bert
explained, while Flossie and Freddie took their places in the gasoline
machine.
"Are you all ready?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "How about you, Dinah?" for
the colored cook was being taken to the country to help look after the
smaller twins.
"Oh, indeedy I'se all right, Mrs. Bobbsey," was Dinah's answer. "Heah,
Freddie, let ole Dinah carry dat cat-box," for Bert had given Snoop in
his cage to the small twin boy.
"No, I want to hold him," Freddie insisted, and he was allowed to have
his way.
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