"I like him!" said Harry.

"And, oh, look at the kitten!" cried Mary, reaching her hand down to pat
the little bunch of fur that was purring on the seat between Lola and
Jan.

"Uncle Toby just found it in the woods," Jan explained.

"What's its name?" asked Mary.

"We haven't named it yet," Ted answered. "Skyrocket saw it up a tree and
barked."

"I think Fluff would be a nice name for the pussy," said Mary. "He's
such a fluffy ball of fur."

"Oh, that would be a lovely name!" cried Lola. "Why don't you call it
that?"

"I guess we will. You may name the kitten Fluff, Mary, and it'll be part
your cat."

"Oh, how nice!" murmured the poor little girl. "I never had even part of
a cat before."

"Uncle Toby has a cat and his name is Snuff!" said Trouble. "An' he's
got a monkey and a parrot!"

Mary and Harry looked as though they did not know whether or not to
believe this. Seeing the doubt on their faces Ted exclaimed:

"That's right! Uncle Toby has a lot of pets out at his place, and we're
going to take them to Crystal Lake with us, aren't we, Uncle Toby?"

"Oh, I guess if we take your dog that will be enough," chuckled the old
sailor. "The others will be better off in Pocono. But you'll have a
chance to see them," he added to the new children, noticing how
disappointed they looked. Then Harry and Mary smiled.

"Well, I must be getting on if I'm going to send help to the people on
the stalled train," remarked Uncle Toby, as he turned the automobile
around. "And then we'll go on to Pocono. Aunt Sallie will be getting
anxious about us."

"Is Aunt Sallie a monkey or a parrot?" Harry asked.

"Neither one!" answered Uncle Toby, with a laugh, in which the Curlytops
joined. "She's my housekeeper; and she'll go with us to Crystal Lake
for the holidays."

"What will you do with your pets?" asked Ted.

"I'll get some one to look after them. I haven't as many as when you
Curlytops played circus with them. But there's enough. Too many, so Aunt
Sallie thinks."

It was not a very long ride to the station from where word could be sent
that help was needed by the stalled train. The agent promised to
telegraph for snow shovelers at once.

Uncle Toby was about to drive on again when Janet stopped him by saying:

"Maybe the station agent could give us a little milk for the pussy."

"Maybe he could," agreed the old sailor. "I'll ask him."

As it happened, the agent kept a cat in the station on account of the
mice