"Yes. I looked there, and--and--everywhere," she answered. "I can't
find 'em."

"Maybe Snap hid 'em," suggested Freddie.

"Maybe," agreed Flossie. "He would, if he knew you were going to hitch
him up with 'em."

"Pooh. He couldn't know that," said Freddie. "I didn't know it myself
until a little while ago, and I didn't tell anybody but you."

"Well, maybe Snap heard us talking about it," went on Flossie. "He's
awful smart, you know, Freddie, from having been in a circus."

"But he isn't smart enough for that, even if he can do lots of
tricks," Freddie went on. "There's Snoop!" he exclaimed, as a big,
black cat ran across the lawn. "Maybe SHE took our book straps."

"She couldn't," said Flossie. "Our books were in 'em, and they'd be
too heavy for Snoop to drag."

"That's so," admitted Freddie. "Well, come on, we'll find 'em!"

The twins went into the house and began searching for the straps. High
and low they looked, in all the usual, and unusual, places, where they
sometimes tossed their books when they came in from school Friday
afternoons, with the joyous cry of:

"No more lessons until Monday! Hurray!"