"Well, maybe it's a place for----"
That is as far as Freddie got in his talk, for, just then, a voice
called from somewhere behind the children:
"Hi there! What do you want?"
"Oh!"
Freddie and Flossie both called out in surprise as they turned. They
saw, standing on the back steps of the big house, a boy about as big as
Bert.
"We came in after this cat," said Freddie, and he pointed to the stray
pussy that was rubbing against his legs.
"Is it your cat?" the boy wanted to know.
Flossie shook her head.
"We just followed after him," she said. "He was out on the street, and
we saw him, and we got down to rub him, and he heard a dog bark, and he
ran in here, and we ran after him."
"Oh, I see," and the boy on the back steps smiled in a friendly way. "So
it isn't your cat."
"No," answered Freddie, "Is it yours?"
The boy shook his head.
"I never saw the cat before," he answered. "It's a nice one, though, and
maybe I'll keep it if you don't want it."
"Oh, we don't want it!" Freddie said quickly. "We have a cat of our own
at home. His name is Snoop."
"And we have a dog, too," added Flossie. "But his name is Snap.
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