“I wish it would ring that way every day,” whispered Danny Rugg to Sam, as they were marching back to their room.
“So do I,” agreed Sam. “I hate school!”
And the worst of it was that his teacher heard him and Danny whispering, and each one had to remain in ten minutes later than the others that afternoon when school was dismissed.
Bert and Nan took Flossie and Freddie home at noon and left the smaller twins, who at once said they would go out and play in the yard which was covered with snow.
“Well, don’t get your feet wet, my dears,” cautioned Mrs. Pry. “The reason the principal let you stay at home was so you wouldn’t get wet in the snow. And if you’re going out in the yard to get wet feet, you might just as well go back to your classes.”
“We’ll be careful,” promised Freddie.
“And if any snow gets down my rubber boots, I’ll take ’em off and empty the snow out,” said Flossie.
It was Freddie who, a little later, thought of a way to have some fun. Floundering about in the snowy yard he saw back of the garage the big kennel in which Snap, the dog, used to sleep. A few weeks before this story opens, Snap had been taken sick, and had been sent to a dog-doctor to be cured. He was to remain away several months. So Sam had cleaned out the kennel and put it back of the garage.
“I know how we can have lots of fun, Flossie,” said Freddie.
“How?” asked the little girl.