buried under a pile in the field. It had not hurt, but the dust had made
him sneeze.

Faster and faster Bert dug away at the hay. He heard feet pattering on
the barn floor back of him, and, turning, saw Snap, the big dog, come
running in.

"Oh, Snap!" cried Bert, "Flossie and Freddie are under the hay! Help me
dig 'em out!"

"Bow wow!" barked Snap, just as if he understood. Of course he didn't
really know what had happened, but he saw Bert digging away and Snap
himself knew enough to do that. Often enough he had dug up, with his
front paws, a bone he had buried in the hard ground. This digging in the
soft hay was easier than that.

So Snap began to paw aside the hay, just as Bert was doing, and while
boy and dog were doing this into the barn came fat Dinah, with Nan
running ahead of her.

"Whut's dish yeah has happened, Bert? Whut's all dish yeah I heah Nan
say?" demanded the black cook. "Whut you done gone an' done to yo' l'il
broth' an' sistah? De pooh l'il honey lambs!"

"I didn't do anything!" declared Bert. "I was swinging on a rope, over
the haymow, and so was Nan. And Flossie and Freddie were playing on the
barn floor under the mow. I fell on the hay and so did Nan, and a whole
lot of it slid down and fell on top of Flossie and Freddie and--and--now
they're down under there, I guess!"