feels awful funny not to sneeze when you want to. It tickles!"

"And the hay tickled me," went on Freddie. "It's ticklin' me now.
There's some down my back," and he wiggled and twisted as he stood in
the middle of the barn floor. Snap, the big dog, put his head to one
side, and cocked up his ears, looking at the two smaller twins as if
asking what it was all about, and what the digging in the hay was all
for.

"Well, it's mighty lucky laik dat it wasn't no wuss!" exclaimed fat
Dinah, with a sigh of relief. "I suah was clean skairt out ob mah seben
senses when yo' come runnin' into mah kitchen, Nan, an' says as how
Flossie an' Freddie was buried under de hay!"

"And they were!" said Nan. "I saw the hay go down all over them."

"So did I!" added Bert.

"But we wiggled out and hid so we could fool you!" laughed Freddie.
"Didn't you see us crawl out?"

"No," answered Bert, "I didn't. If I had I wouldn't have dug so hard."

"Ouch! Something tickles me awful!" complained Freddie, twisting around
as though he wanted to work his way out of his clothes. "Maybe there's a
hay-bug down my back!" he went on.

"Good land of massy!" cried Dinah, catching him up in her arms. "Yo'
come right in de house wif me, honey lamb, an' ole Dinah'll undress yo'
an' git at de bug--if dey is one!"