a way off.

"Mah gracious sakes alive!" gasped Sam, "Dat's a reg'lar circus
trick--dat's what it am!"

He scratched his head in surprise, and the stick he had picked
up, intending to drive away the dog with, stuck straight out. In
a moment Snap raced up, and jumped over the stick.

"Oh, look!" cried Flossie.

"Another trick!" exclaimed Freddie.

"Mah gracious goodness!" cried Sam. "Dat suah am wonderful!"

Snap ran about barking in delight. He seemed happy to be doing
tricks.

"Let's go tell papa," said Freddie. "He'll want to know about this."

"Oh, I do hope he lets us keep him," said Flossie.

Mr. Bobbsey had not yet gone to his lumber office. He listened to
what the little twins had to tell them about Snap, who lay on the
lawn, seeming to listen to his own praises.

"A trick dog; eh?" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey. "I wonder who owns him?"

"Maybe he escaped from the circus," suggested Bert, who came out
just then to see how his pigeons were getting along.