"That's just where I left 'em!" exclaimed Freddie. "I knew I left 'em
somewhere."

"But next time you must remember," cautioned his mother. "And remember
another thing--no more bicycle rides--you stay on your velocipede."

"Yes'm," said Freddie. "Come on, Flossie. Where's Snap?"

When the little twins went to look for their big, shaggy pet, who
could do so many circus tricks, they could not find him.

"Have you seen Snap?" asked Freddie of Dinah's husband, Sam Johnson,
who was out in the barn.

"Snap?" repeated the colored man. "Why, Freddie, I done jest see Snap
paradin' down de road wif dat black dog from Mr. Brown's house."

"Then Snap's gone away again," said Flossie with a sigh. "Never mind,
Freddie. Let's play steamboat, and you can be the fireman."

"All right," he agreed, much pleased with this idea. "We'll make
believe we're in our new houseboat. Come on."

"Steamboat" was a game the smaller twins often played on the long
Saturdays, when there was no school. All they needed was an old soap
box for the boat, and some sticks for oars. Then, with some bits of
bread or cake, which Dinah gave them to eat, in case they were
"shipwrecked," they had fine times.