which they took about with them almost as faithfully as they did Snoop. "How is Downy, anyhow?" asked Harry.
"He's fine," answered the little fellow. "Want to see him?" and he took his cousin out to the barn where Downy had a pen all to himself.
"Snoop's gone," said Freddie, "and so is our silver cup, but maybe we'll get that back. It's in a circus."
"In a circus!" cried Harry. "I should think your cat might be in a circus, but not a silver cup."
"We don't know where Snoop is," went on Freddie, "'cause he got away at the time of the circus wreck," and he explained about it. "But we are almost sure the circus fat lady has our cup."
The Thanksgiving holidays came to an end at last and, much to the regret of the Bobbseys, their visitors, old and young, had to go back to their homes.
"But you'll come again at Christmas; won't you?" asked Flossie as she said good-bye.
"We'll try," said her Uncle Bobbsey. "But
