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"Oh, Freddie!"

"Oh, Dinah!"

"Are you hurt?"

Thus came the cries, and as Snap, the dog, rushed in just then,
barking and leaping about, he made the confusion all the worse.

Mr. Bobbsey sprang from his chair, lifted Freddie out of the way, and
then helped Dinah to her feet. The fat, colored cook looked around in
a dazed manner, and Freddie, too, did not seem to know just what had
happened to him.

"Oh, don't tell me he is hurt--or Dinah, either!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey,
holding her hands over her eyes, as though she might see something
unpleasant.

"I--I'm not hurt," said Freddie, "but I--I'm all wet!"

"Bress yo' heart, honey lamb! I'se glad ob dat!" cried Dinah, as she
wiped her face on her apron, for the tea had splashed on her.

"Are you all right, Dinah?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, setting Freddie down,
for he had caught his little fat son up in his arms.