And then, to the surprise of all, Freddie’s voice answered:
“Here we are! What’s the matter?”
“Where are you?” asked Bert, for he could not locate the voice.
“In the dog house!” answered Freddie, and a moment later he and Flossie, rubbing their eyes—for they had fallen asleep—came around the corner of the building. Bits of straw were clinging to the children.
“Where in the world have you been?” cried Nan. “We’ve been looking all over for you!”
“We were in Snap’s kennel,” explained Freddie. “We went in there to play snowed-in.”
“And we made believe the molasses cookies were turkey and cranberry sauce,” went on Flossie. “And then we went to sleep.”
“For the land sakes!” cried Mrs. Pry.
Sam Johnson was laughing. He picked up Flossie and Freddie in his strong arms and carried them to the house. Dinah was just getting ready to come out and see what the trouble was.
“Mah good land ob massy!” exclaimed the fat colored cook when she heard the story. “To t’ink ob mah honey lambs bein’ out in de dog house!”