The Bobbsey Twins MEGAPACK ®. Laura Lee Hope
don’t care!” cried Freddie, aloud, “I’ll just have every one of them arrested when we get to Auntie’s. I knowed they had Snoop in their boxes.”
How Snoop could be “in boxes” and how the boys could be found at Auntie’s were two much mixed points, but no one bothered Freddie about such trifles in his present grief.
“Why doan you call dat kitty cat?” suggested Dinah, for all this time no one had thought of that.
“I couldn’t,” answered Freddie, “’cause he ain’t here to call.” And he went on crying.
“Snoop! Snoop! Snoop Cat!” called Dinah, but there was no familiar “me-ow” to answer her.
“Now, Freddie boy,” she insisted, “if dat cat is alibe he will answer if youse call him, so just you stop a-sniffing and come along. Dere’s a good chile,” and she patted him in her old way. “Come wit Dinah and we will find Snoop.”
With a faint heart the little fellow started to call, beginning at the front door and walking slowly along toward the rear.
“Stoop down now and den,” ordered Dinah, “cause he might be hiding, you know.”
Freddie had reached the rear door and he stopped.
“Now jist gib one more good call” said Dinah, and Freddie did.
“Snoop! Snoop!” he called.
“Me-ow,” came a faint answer.
“Oh, I heard him!” cried Freddie.
“So did I!” declared Dinah.
Instantly all the other Bobbseys were on the scene.
“He’s somewhere down here,” said Dinah. “Call him, Freddie!”
“Snoop! Snoop!” called the boy again.
“Me-ow—me-ow!” came a distant answer.
“In the stove!” declared Bert, jerking open the door of the stove, which, of course, was not used in summer, and bringing out the poor, frightened, little cat.
CHAPTER III
Railroad Tennis
“Oh, poor little Snoop!” whispered Freddie, right into his kitten’s ear. “I’m so glad I got you back again!”
“So are we all,” said a kind lady passenger who had been in the searching party. “You have had quite some trouble for a small boy, with two animals to take care of.”
Everybody seemed pleased that the mischievous boys’ pranks had not hurt the cat, for Snoop was safe enough in the stove, only, of course, it was very dark and close in there, and Snoop thought he surely was deserted by all his good friends. Perhaps he expected Freddie would find him, at any rate he immediately started in to “purr-rr,” in a cat’s way of talking, when Freddie took him in his arms, and fondled him.
“We had better have our lunch now,” suggested Mrs. Bobbsey, “I’m sure the children are hungry.”
“It’s just like a picnic,” remarked Flossie, when Dinah handed around the paper napkins and Mrs. Bobbsey served out the chicken and cold-tongue sandwiches. There were olives and celery too, besides apples and early peaches from Uncle Daniel’s farm.
“Let us look at the timetable, see where we are now, and then see where we will be when we finish,” proposed Bert.
“Oh yes,” said Nan, “let us see how many miles it takes to eat a sandwich.”
Mr. Bobbsey offered one to the conductor, who just came to punch tickets.
“This is not the regular business man’s five-minute lunch, but the five-mile article seems more enjoyable,” said Mr. Bobbsey.
“Easier digested,” agreed the conductor, accepting a sandwich. “You had good chickens out at Meadow Brook,” he went on, complimenting the tasty morsel he was chewing with so much relish.
“Yes, and ducks,” said Freddie, which remark made everybody laugh, for it brought to mind the funny adventure of little white Downy, the duck.
“They certainly can fly,” said the conductor with a smile, as he went along with a polite bow to the sandwich party.
Bert had attended to the wants of the animals, not trusting Freddie to open the boxes. Snoop got a chicken leg and Downy had some of his own soft food, that had been prepared by Aunt Sarah and carried along in a small tin can.
“Well, I’se done,” announced Dinah, picking up her crumbs in her napkins. “Bert, how many miles you say it takes me to eat?”
“Let me see! Five, eight, twelve, fourteen: well, I guess Dinah, you had fifteen miles of a chicken sandwich.”
“An’ you go ’long!” she protested. “’Taint no sech thing. I ain’t got sich a long appetite as date. Fifteen miles! Lan’a massa! whot you take me fo?”
Everybody laughed and the children clapped hands at the length of Dinah’s appetite, but when the others had finished they found their own were even longer than the maid’s, the average being eighteen miles!
“When will we get to Aunt Emily’s?” Flossie asked, growing tired over the day’s journey.
“Not until night,” her father answered. “When we leave the train we will have quite a way to go by stage. We could go all the way by train, but it would be a long distance around, and I think the stage ride in the fresh air will do us good.”
“Oh yes, let’s go by the stage,” pleaded Freddie, to whom the word stage was a stranger, except in the way it had been used at the Meadow Brook circus.
“This stage will be a great, big wagon,” Bert told him, “with seats along the sides.”
“Can I sit up top and drive?” the little one asked.
“Maybe the man will let you sit by him,” answered Mr. Bobbsey, “but you could hardly drive a big horse over those rough roads.”
The train came to a standstill, just then, on a switch. There was no station, but the shore train had taken on another section.
“Can Flossie and I walk through that new car?” Nan asked, as the cars had been separated and the new section joined to that directly back of the one which the Bobbseys were in.
“Why, yes, if you are very careful,” the mother replied, and so the two little girls started off.
Dinah took Freddie on her lap and told him his favorite story about “Pickin’ cotton in de Souf,” and soon the tired little yellow head fell off in the land of Nod.
Bert and his father were enjoying their magazines, while Mrs. Bobbsey busied herself with some fancy work, so a half-hour passed without any more excitement. At the end of that time the girls returned.
“Oh, mother!” exclaimed Nan, “we found Mrs. Manily, the matron of the Meadow Brook Fresh Air Camp, and she told us Nellie, the little cash girl, was so run down the doctors think she will have to go to the seashore. Mother, couldn’t we have her down with us awhile?”
“We are only going to visit, you know, daughter, and how can we invite more company? But where is Mrs. Manily? I would like to talk to her,” said Mrs. Bobbsey, who was always interested in those who worked to help the poor.
Nan and Flossie brought their mother into the next car to see the matron. We told in our book, “The Bobbsey Twins in the Country,” how good a matron this Mrs. Manily was, and how little Nellie, the cash girl, one of the visitors at the Fresh Air Camp, was taken sick while there, and had to go to the hospital tent. It was this little girl that Nan wanted to have enjoy the seashore, and perhaps visit Aunt Emily.
Mrs. Manily was very glad to see Mrs. Bobbsey, for the latter had helped with money and clothing to care for the poor children at the Meadow Brook Camp.
“Why,