“We’ll play we’re snowed-in at Snap’s kennel,” went on the little boy. “We’ll crawl inside and make believe we’re at the north pole. It’ll be nice and warm in the dog house, ’cause there’s a blanket nailed over the door. It’s like a curtain.”
“All right—let’s do it!” agreed Flossie. “And if we could have something to eat in the dog house it would be like a picnic.”
“I’ll get something to eat,” offered Freddie.
“What’ll you get?”
“Some of Aunt Sallie’s molasses cookies. She just baked a lot of ’em!”
“All right—get some, and we’ll play snowed-up in the dog house,” said Flossie.
Mrs. Pry was glad to have Freddie ask for some of her cookies, since the old lady was rather proud of the way she made them.
“What are you going to do with them?” she asked, as she handed Freddie the cookies.
“Eat ’em,” he answered.
“Of course, my dear, I know that!” laughed Aunt Sallie. “But where are you going to eat them?”