How Snoop could be "in boxes" and how the boys could be found at Auntie's were two much mixed points, but no one bothered Freddie about such trifles in his present grief.
"Why doan you call dat kitty cat?" suggested Dinah, for all this time no one had thought of that.
"I couldn't," answered Freddie, "'cause he ain't here to call." And he went on crying.
"Snoop! Snoop! Snoop Cat!" called Dinah, but there was no familiar "me-ow" to answer her.
"Now, Freddie boy," she insisted, "if dat cat is alibe he will answer if youse call him, so just you stop a-snififing and come along. Dere's a good chile," and she patted him in her old way. "Come wit Dinah and we will find Snoop."
With a faint heart the little fellow started to call, beginning at the front door and walking slowly along toward the rear.
"Stoop down now and den," ordered Dinah, "'cause he might be hiding, you know."
Freddie had reached the rear door and he stopped.
