Nan found Flossie and Freddie, standing one on either side of the wooden crate in which Snoop made his journeys. The twins each had hold of the black cat, who did not seem to be enjoying life very much just then.
"He goes in this way, I tell you!" shouted Freddie.
"No, he goes in the other way!" cried Flossie, and then they both tried, at the same time, to thrust poor Snoop into his cage.
The cat cried out, and scrambled to get away.
"What's the matter?" asked Nan. "What does all this mean, Flossie and Freddie? Don't you know the automobile is waiting to take us to the station?"
"Well, I want to put Snoop in his cage!" insisted Freddie.
"And so do I!" cried Flossie.
"But she—she—Flossie wants to put him in, tail end first!" went on the excited little boy.
"Course—'cause that's right!" went on the little girl. "Freddie says he ought to go in head first," she exclaimed, "and you know, Nan, if you stand Snoop on his head he'll get dizzy, like I did when I hung dingle-dangle by my legs from the swing."
"And if he goes in tail first he'll get all tangled up!" retorted
Freddie, who was almost crying now.