iding behind some boxes down by the express office. I saw her
go that way when the two dogs ran across the street, so I looked there
for her. She didn't want to come out but I coaxed her. I like cats and
they always come to me."

"That's 'cause you're kind to them," said Flossie. "Come on now, Snoop,
you must go back into your basket until we get home."

"And don't run away again, either, Snap!" said Bert to the dog, shaking
a finger at him. Snap seemed to understand and to be a bit sorry for
what he had done. He drooped his tail, and when a dog does that he is
either ashamed or afraid.

"Oh, don't be cross with him," begged Nan, who had come along now, after
having helped her mother get Dinah to her feet. "Don't make him feel
bad, Bert, after we've had such a nice time in the country."

"All right, I won't," laughed Bert. "It's all right, old fellow," he
said to Snap. "I guess you didn't mean it."

This time Snap wagged his tail, which showed that he felt much happier.

"Let me take Snoop," begged Flossie of Tommy, and the "fresh air boy,"
as the twins called him, handed over the black cat. They all walked back
to where Dinah and Mrs. Bobbsey were waiting. Snoop was put in her
basket, where she curled up as if glad to be away from the noise and
excitement.

The fresh air children had gone their various ways and Tommy set off
down the street toward his poor home, which, as he had said, was down
near the "dumps."

"Wait a minute!" called Mr. Bobbsey after him. "Give me your address,
Tommy. Mrs. Bobbsey wants to come and see your grandmother."

"Oh!" exclaimed Tommy, and he seemed rather surprised. "Well, I live on
Lombard Street."

"What number?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, taking out a note book and pencil.

"There isn't any number on our house," said Tommy. "Maybe there was
once, but it's gone now. But it's the last house on the street, the left
hand side as you go toward the dumps."

"All right," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I guess we can find you. But that's a
long way to walk from here. Aren't you going to take a car?"

"No--no, sir," answered Tommy. "I don't mind walking."

"Maybe he hasn't the car fare," whispered Mrs. Bobbsey.

"Just what I was thinking myself," answered her husband. "Here, Tommy,"
he went on. "Here's a quarter. Use it to ride home, and get yourself an
ice cream soda. It's warmer here than out on the fresh air farm," and he
held out the money. "The ice cream will cool you off."

"Oh, I--I don't