conductor and the motorman who had joined her. "Oh, the poor doggie! But Doctor Maynard will fix it."
There was a crowd now gathered on the car tracks, and Bobby, who had come out of the post-office and heard from the twins what was going on, pushed his way through to his sister.
"You hold your dress," he directed. "I'll lift him. There!"
The little dog was a heavy armful for Meg, but she held him bravely.
"I'm afraid of strange dogs myself," declared the conductor, plainly relieved that some one else had tended to the dog. "What are you going to do with him, little girl?"
"Take him to the doctor's," announced Meg. "Aren't we, Bobby?"
"Of course," affirmed Bobby.
He and Meg, carrying the dog, went back to where Twaddles and Dot were waiting. The twins were used to waiting patiently while the older children investigated sudden alarms and excitements.
"Let me pat him," begged Dot. "He's pretty,
