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No, I want to sit here myself, Flossie. You wanted the window side, and now you must stay there." "No, I don't want to. I want to see Dinah upset in the aisle. Mamma, make Freddie let me sit where I can see Dinah fall." "Wll, of all t'ings!" gasped the fat, cook. "If you kids think that I've going to upset myself so you can see something to laugh at, then all got to say is I ain't going to do it! No, sir! Not for one minute!" And Dinah sat up very straight in her seat. "Children, be nice now," begged Mother Bobbsey. "I know you are tired with the long ride, but you'll soon hear the Testking SY0-101 brakeman call out 'Lakeport'; and then we'll be home." "I wish I were home now," said Freddie. "I want to get my dog Snap out of the baggage car, and have some fun with him. I guess he's lonesome for me." "And he's lonesome for me, too!" cried Flossie. "He's as much my dog as he is yours, Freddie Bobbsey. Isn't he, Mother?" "Yes, dear, of course. I don't know what's the matter with you two children. You never used to dispute this way.""I guess the long train ride is tiring them," said Papa Bobbsey, looking up from the paper he was reading."Anyhow, half of Snoop, our black cat, is mine then," said Freddie. "Isn't she, Mother?""Yes. And now please don't talk like that any more. Look out of the window and watch the trees shoot past.""Oh,Testking N10-003 I'm going to see Snoop!" exclaimed Flossie, suddenly. "So'm I," added Freddie. And in a moment the two children were bending over a basket which was in the seat with Dinah. In the basket was Snoop, the big black cat. She always traveled that way with the Bobbseys. And she seemed very comfortable, for she was curled up on the blanket in the bottom of the basket. Snoop opened her eyes as Freddie and Flossie put their fingers through cracks and stroked her as well as they could. "I wish Snap Testking 220-602 was in here with us," said Freddie, after a bit. "I hope he gets a drink of water." "Oh, I want a drink of water!" exclaimed Flossie, suddenly. "I forgot I was thirsty. Mother, can't I have a drink?" she went on.Oh, yes, dear. I suppose so. I'll get it for you." "No, let Dinah get it so she'll upset," begged Flossie. "I'll get it for you, Flossie," offered Freddie. "Dinah might get hurt." "That's the li'l gen'man," said the fat cook, smiling. "He loves ole Dinah." "I love you too, Dinah," said Flossie, patting the black hand that had done many kind acts for the twins. "But I do want a drink, and you know you would look funny if you upset here in the car."