"Yes, I guess that does make a difference," admitted Nan. "I wonder if papa wouldn't let us go down to the railroad office and inquire once more about him? Maybe, as it's getting cold weather now, Snoop will come in from the fields where he may have been staying ever since the railroad wreck."
"Let's ask," cried Freddie, always ready for action.
It was Saturday, and there was no school. Bert had gone off coasting on his new bob, but Nan did not want to go, her mother having asked her to stay and help with the dusting. But now the little bit of housework was over, and Nan was free.
"We'll go down to papa's office," she said to Flossie and Freddie, "and ask him if we can go to the railroad. I know one of the ticket agents and he can tell us of whom to ask about our cat."
Mrs. Bobbsey had no objections, and soon, with Flossie and Freddie at her side, Nan set off for her father's office in the lumber yard. The smaller twins were delighted.
"And maybe we can find our silver cup, too," suggested Freddie, as he trudged along in the snow, now and then stopping to make a white ball which he threw at the fence or telegraph pole.
"The fat lady has our cup—I'm sure of that," said Flossie.
"Well, we can ask papa if he has heard from the circus people," suggested Nan.
Mr. Bobbsey was rather surprised to see his three children come into the office, but he was glad to meet them, for it made a break in his day's work. After a little thought he said they might go to the railroad office to inquire about Snoop. Nan and her brother and sister went in a trolley car, and were soon at the depot.
But to their disappointment there was no news of Snoop. The fat, black cat seemed to have completely disappeared.