"They
strayed away from some place, just as that dog I kept for a while once
did. There was a stray cat, too, but I don't see it now."
"Stray children, is it?" cried the jolly cook. "Oh, look at the little
darlin's!" she exclaimed, as she saw the small Bobbsey twins standing
out in the yard, waiting for Tom to come back. Freddie and Flossie
certainly did look very sweet and pretty with their new winter coats and
caps on, though it was not very cold. It was not as cold in Washington
as in Lakeport.
"Do you think he'll bring us anything to eat?" asked Freddie of Flossie,
as they stood there waiting.
"I hope he does," the little girl answered. "I'm hungry."
"So'm I!" Freddie admitted. "I guess that cat was, too. Where did he
go?"
The cat answered himself, as though he knew he was being talked about.
He came out from under the back steps, rubbed up against Flossie's fat,
chubby legs with a mew and a purr, and then, seeing a place where the
sun shone nice and warm on the steps, the cat curled up there and began
to wash its face, using its paws as all cats do.
"Please, Sarah, can't I have something to eat for the stray children,
and maybe for the cat?" again asked Tom of the cook.
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