club, and was coming back to where Flossie, Freddie and Nan, with
some of their friends, were walking along, Snap in their midst.

"I'll make that dog go home now!" cried Danny. "I'm not going to
get bitten, and have hyperfobia, or whatever you call it. I'll tell
Mr. Tetlow if you don't make him go home."

"Oh, don't be so smart!" exclaimed Bert, stepping out from behind
a group of girls. "I've told Mr. Tetlow myself that Snap is
following us, and he said to let him come along. So you needn't
take the trouble, Danny Rugg. And if you try to hit our dog I'll
have something more to say," and Bert stepped boldly forth.

"Huh! I'm not afraid of you," sneered Danny, but he let the club
drop, and walked off with his own particular chums.

"Did Mr. Tetlow say Snap could come?" asked Freddie, anxiously.

"Yes. He said he'd be good to drive away the cows if they bothered
us," answered Bert, with a smile.

After this little trouble, the Bobbseys and their friends went
on toward the grove in the woods where the picnic was to be held.
There was laughing and shouting, and much fun on the way, in which
Snap shared.

Boys and girls would run to one side or the other of the path to
gather late flowers. Some would pick up odd stones, or pine cones,
and others would find curious little creeping or crawling things
which they called their friends to see.