But the
garage keeper promised to be kind to them, to let them run about after a
while and to feed and water them.
"And we'll come to see you every once in a while," said Bunny and Sue,
as they patted and hugged their two pets.
Fluffy, the squirrel, now well again, had been set free, before entering
the city, in the woods that he loved.
So, for a while the Browns gave up their "Ark," and settled down to
hotel life. Mr. Brown had much business to look after in connection with
his fish and dock affairs at home, for he was part owner of a steamship
line that ran from Portland to Bellemere.
After a day or two he found a chance to ask about the missing boy. Mr.
Brown first appealed to the police. But they had no record of him, and
though inquiries were made of a number of theater owners, Fred Ward was
not found. The man whose name he had mentioned as being the one he
intended to see in Portland had moved away.
"Well, Fred may have come here," said Mr. Brown, "and, after he found
his friend was gone, he may have drifted on to some other town. I'm
afraid we can't find him."
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Bunny. "That's too bad!"
"Let us go to look for him," proposed Sue. "We found Nellie Jones, that
girl who lives at the end of our street, when she was lost away over on
the next block.
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