Flossie.

But Bert's next words soon told the younger twins that it was no such
good luck as that, for he cried:

"Snap's running away, Freddie! He's running away. If you're going to
harness him up you'll have to catch him!"

"Oh dear!" cried Flossie.

"Come on, help me catch him!" called Freddie.

Together they ran into the yard. As Bert had said, Snap, getting tired
of being tied to a post with a thin string, had broken the cord, and
now was racing over the fields after another dog with whom he often
played.

"Come back, Snap! Come back!" cried Freddie.

Snap paid no heed.

Just then, through the front gate, came a girl. She looked so much
like Bert, with his dark hair and eyes, with his slimness and his
tallness, that you could tell at once she was his sister. As soon as
Flossie saw her, she cried:

"Oh, Nan! We were going to hitch Snap to the express wagon, but
Freddie and I can't find our straps, and Snap ran away, and--and--"

"Never mind, Flossie dear," said Nan. "Wait until you hear the good