Mr.
Bobbsey gathered his little family down toward the parlor, or chair,
car.
"Heah you am, sah!" exclaimed the colored porter as he swung Flossie
and Freddie up the steps, and helped Mrs. Bobbsey and Dinah. Nan and
Bert felt big enough not to need any help.
"Hello! What's dish yeah?" cried the porter, as he picked up the box
containing Snoop. "Am dish good to eat?" he asked, looking in at the
black cat. "What am it?"
"Oh, it's our Snoop!" cried Flossie. "Don't hurt him!"
"'Deed an' I won't, little Missie!" laughed the colored porter. "I
thought maybe it was a watermelon yo' all had in dat box."
"All aboard!" called the conductor again, and then, with the Bobbseys
safely in their chair car, the train puffed away again, going faster
and faster.
"The engine can hardly get its breath," remarked Freddie, as he
listened to the puffing of the locomotive.
"I guess it's going up hill," said Bert, with a laugh.
The ride to Meadow Brook would take nearly all day, and Mrs. Bobbsey
settled herself comfortably in the easy chair to look out of the
window, after she had seen that Flossie and Freddie were all right.
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