The cat, which seemed to be a stray one, was walking toward the car, its tail held high in the air "like a fishing pole."
Flossie and Freddie were in the rear seat, as I have said, and no one seemed to be paying any attention to them. Their father and mother were busy talking to the man who had gotten down to "stretch his legs," and Nan and Bert, with Billy and Nell, were busy talking.
"Let's get down," proposed Flossie.
"All right," agreed Freddie.
In another moment the two smaller Bobbsey twins had left their seat, climbed down the rear steps of the sight-seeing automobile, and were running toward the stray cat, which seemed to wait for them to come and pet it.
CHAPTER XIV
STRAY CHILDREN
"Nice pussy! Come and let me rub you!" said Freddie softly, as he held out his hand toward the stray cat.
"Yes, come here, Snoop!" added Flossie, as she walked along with her brother.
"'Tisn't Snoop, and you mustn't call him that name," ordered Freddie.