mother had had. "Look out!"

"What's de mattah? Am I droppin' suffin?" asked Sam, trying to turn
about and look at all the bundles and packages he had in his arms and
hands.

"It's Snap!" cried Nan, who was sitting comfortably on the shady
porch. "Look out for him, Sam."

"Snap! Behave yourself!" ordered little fat Flossie, as she set down a
wooden cage containing a black cat. "Be good, Snap!"

"Here, Snap! Snap! Come here!" called Freddie.

Snap, the big dog, was too excited just then to mind. With another
loud, joyous bark he rushed up behind Sam, and, as the colored man of
all work about the Bobbsey place had very bow, or curved, legs, Snap
ran right between them. That is, he ran half way, and then, as he was
a pretty fat dog, he stuck there.

"Good land ob massy!" exclaimed Sam, as he looked down to see the dog
half way between his bow legs, Snap's head sticking out one way, and
his wagging tail the other. "Get out ob dat, Snap!" cried Sam. "Get
out! Move on, sah!"

"Bow wow!" barked Snap, which might have meant almost anything.

"Look out!" shouted Sam. "Yo'll upset me! Dat's what you will!"

And indeed it did seem as though this might happen. For Sam was so