"Oh, will she have to stay stuck there forever?" asked Freddie.
"Pull her loose, Mother!" begged Flossie.
"If you step on the floor to get her, you'll stick fast too," warned Bert.
"Wait a minute, children," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I must think what is best to do. I wish your father were home."
Snoop, seeing her friends near, must have known she would now be taken care of, for she stopped meaouing.
CHAPTER IX
NAN BAKES A CAKE
"Come on, Snoop! Come on out!" called Flossie to the pet, black cat.
Snoop tried to raise first one paw, and then the other to come to her little mistress, but the sticky varnish held her fast.