"Of course not," said Flossie.

"Well, he can't come to this picnic!" spoke Danny, angrily. "Go on
home!" he cried, sharply, stooping to pick up a stone. Snap growled
and showed his teeth.

"There!" cried Danny. "I told you he'd bite."

"He will not, Danny Rugg!" exclaimed Nan, who had gone up front
for a minute to speak to some of the older girls. "He only growled
because you acted mean to him. Now you leave him alone, or I'll
tell Mr. Tetlow on you."

"Pooh! Think I care? I say no dog can come to our picnic. Go on
home!" and with raised hand Danny approached Snap. Again the dog
growled angrily. He was not used to being treated in this way.

"Look our, Danny Rugg," said Nan, severely, "or he may jump on you,
and knock you down. He wouldn't bite you, though, mean as you are,
unless I told him to do so."

"I'm not afraid of you!" cried Danny, more angry than before. "I'll
get a stick and then we'll see what will happen," and he looked
about for one.

"Don't let Danny beat Snap!" pleaded Flossie, tears coming into
her eyes.

"I won't," said Nan, looking about anxiously for Bert. She saw
him coming back, and felt better. By this time Danny had found a