In spite of what Nan and Bert had said about Mrs. Bobbsey being
very busy, Flossie and Freddie looked anxiously in the direction
of their house as they walked along. But no sight of their mother
greeted them. They did see a friend, however, and this was none
other than Snap, their new dog, who, with many barks and wags of
his fluffy tail, ran out to meet his little masters and mistresses.

"Here, Snap! Snap!" called Freddie. "Come on, old fellow!" and
the dog leaped all about him.

"Let's take him to the picnic with us," suggested Flossie. "We can
have lots of fun."

"And he can eat the scraps," said Nan. "Shall we, Bert?"

"I don't care. But maybe Mr. Tetlow wouldn't like it."

"You ask him, Bert," pleaded Flossie. "Tell him Snap will do tricks
to amuse us."

Bert good-naturedly started ahead to speak to the principal,
who was talking with some of the teachers, planning games for the
little folk. Flossie and Freddie were patting their pet, when Danny
Rugg, and one of his friends came along.

"That dog can't come to our picnic!" said Danny, with a scowl. "He
might bite some of us."

"Snap never bites!" cried Freddie.