"What's the matter?" asked Nan. "What does all this mean, Flossie and Freddie? Don't you know the automobile is waiting to take us to the station?" "Well, I want to put Snoop in his cage!" insisted Freddie. "And so do I!" cried Flossie. "But she--she--Flossie wants to put him in, tail end first!" went on the excited little boy. "Course--'cause that's right!" went on the little girl. "Freddie says he ought to go in head first," she exclaimed, "and you know, Nan, if you stand Snoop on his head he'll get dizzy, like I did when I hung dingle-dangle by my legs from the swing." "And if he goes in tail first he'll get all tangled up!" retorted Freddie, who was almost crying now. "Oh, dear!" exclaimed Nan. "I guess I'll have to call papa or mamma, and they have enough to look after as it is, with the auto here, and almost train time. I never saw such children! What am I to do?" "Let me put Snoop in tail first!" cried Flossie. "No, he ought to go in his box head first!" declared her brother, and neither one of them would let go of the black cat. Snoop looked sadly at Nan, as though he wished she would rescue him, and put him in the traveling box either end first, if only he might be left in peace and quietness. "Oh, dear!" Nan exclaimed again. "I really don't know what to do! I guess we'll leave Snoop home altogether!" "Oh, no!" cried Flossie and Freddie. "Here! What's all the trouble?" asked Bert, running around to the side porch. "Hurry up! The auto is waiting." "It's these twins!" said Nan, hopelessly. "It's Flossie!" accused Freddie. "She wants Snoop to go in tail end first, and he'll get all tangled up, 'cause he's got an awful long tail." "And Freddie wants to put him in head first, and he'll get dizzy same as I did in the swing!" accused Flossie. "Here! I'll settle this!" cried Bert, like a manly little chap. "Give me that cat!" He took Snoop from Flossie and Freddie, who let go willingly enough. If Snoop could have talked he would have said, "Thank you, Bert!" I am sure he would have. "There, we'll put him in feet first," Bert went on, carefully lowering the black cat into the box that way. "A cat always likes to land feet first," he explained, "then he won't get tangled up in his tail, nor dizzy. Now, Flossie and Freddie, hustle around front and get into the auto. I'll bring Snoop" he continued, as he fastened down the lid of the traveling cage. "That's right! Feet first!" cried Freddie, a happy smile on his face. "Of course! Why didn't we think of putting Snoop in that way?" asked Flossie, as she put her chubby hand in her brother's and ran with him around to the front porch. "Oh, such children!" sighed Nan as she followed Bert, who carried Snoop in his cage. The black cat curled up and went to sleep. He was used to traveling this way. "My! What was the trouble?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. Nan and Bert explained, while Flossie and Freddie took their places in the gasoline machine.