“Out by the garage.” Freddie didn’t want to say anything about the dog house, for fear Mrs. Pry or Dinah would say he and Flossie couldn’t play in it.
“Dat’s aw right,” announced Dinah. “De honey lambs will be safe out by de garage, ’case as how my Sam’s out dere. But don’t stay out too late, Freddie.”
“We won’t,” he promised.
With the cookies, he and Flossie crawled into Snap’s kennel. It was plenty large enough for them, and they could almost stand up in the middle, though the sloping roof made it lower on each side.
As Flossie had said, there was a curtain, an old piece of carpet, tacked over the front to keep the cold wind out. And Sam had put some clean straw in the kennel, ready for the time when Snap should come back.
“Oh, this is a lovely place!” exclaimed Flossie, as she snuggled down in the straw.
“It’s fun!” agreed her brother. “Now we’ll pretend there’s a big snow storm outside and it’s all piled up against our house and we can’t get out to find anything to eat.”
“We don’t have to,” said Flossie. “’Cause you got cookies, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” answered Freddie. “I got a lot of cookies.”
“Then we’ll make believe some is roast turkey and some is cranberry sauce, and it’s ’most Christmas,” went on Flossie. Soon the two children were pretending in this jolly way.