"That will be nice," put in Mrs. Bobbsey. "I'll go and see just what
Dinah wants. Run along with Nan, Flossie and Freddie, and let her wash
you nice and clean."

This just suited the smaller twins, and soon they were being made, by
Nan's use of soap and water in the bath room, to look a little less like
mud pies. While Bert got out the express wagon, Snap, the big dog, saw
his little master, and jumped about, barking in joy.

"I don't care if that is a lion on the back of Miss Pompret's dishes,"
murmured Bert, as he put a piece of carpet in the wagon for Flossie and
Freddie to sit on, "it looks just like you, Snap. And I wonder if I
could ever find that milk pitcher and sugar bowl and get that hundred
dollars. I don't guess I could, but I'd like to awful much. No, I
mustn't say 'awful,' but I'd like to a terrible lot. A hundred dollars
is a pack of money!"

Down the street Nan and Bert pulled Flossie and Freddie in the little
express wagon, with Snap running on ahead and barking in delight. This
was the best part of the day for him--when the children came home from
school. Flossie and Freddie came first, and then Nan and Bert, and then
the fun started.

"Now don't run too fast!" exclaimed Flossie, as the express wagon began
to bounce over the uneven sidewalk.

"Oh, yes, let's go real fast!" cried Freddie. "Let's go as fast as the
fire engines go."

"We can't run as fast as that, Freddie," declared Nan, who was almost