"I like cats," he went on to
the children. "What's your names?"
"Flossie and Freddie Bobbsey," answered Freddie. "What's yours?"
"Tom Walker," was the answer. "I guess I know where you came from. It's
one of those big, sight-seeing autos. They often go through this street,
but I never saw one stop before. You'd better look to see that it
doesn't go off and leave you."
"Oh, the man said we could get down," returned Freddie. "And one man is
going to stretch his legs. I'd like to see a man stretch his legs." he
went on. "I wonder how far he can stretch them?"
"Not very far, I guess," remarked Tom Walker. "But I'm glad to see you,
anyhow. I've been sick, and I had to stay home from school, but I'm
better now, and I'm going back to-morrow. But I haven't had any one to
play with, and I'm glad you came in--you and the cat."
"'Tisn't our cat!" Flossie hastily explained.
"Oh, I know!" agreed the boy. "But he came in with you."
"We thought maybe there were kittens in that box," and Freddie pointed
to the one he had been about to open.
"Oh, that was the place where I used to keep my rabbits," said Tom. "I
haven't any now, but maybe I'll get some more; so I left the little
house in the yard.
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