“And he must have thought you meant the cookie for him,” went on Nan’s mother. “And he tried to take it in his mouth; didn’t he?”
“Yes’m,” Helen answered again.
“And when he couldn’t get the cookie loose, because you had it tied fast to your doll, he took the cookie, doll and all. That’s how it was,” said Mrs. Bobbsey. “Never mind, Helen. Don’t cry. Here comes Mr. Bobbsey now, with your doll.”
“But I guess Snap has the cookie,” said Bert with a laugh.
“I’ll get you another one from Dinah,” promised Nan to Helen.
In the meantime Mr. Bobbsey had run down to the lower end of the yard after Snap, the big dog.
“Come here, Snap, you rascal!” he cried. “Come here this minute!”
But for once Snap did not mind. He was rather hungry, and perhaps that accounted for his disobedience. Instead of coming up he ran out of sight behind the little toolhouse. Mr. Bobbsey went after him, but by the time he reached the spot Snap was nowhere to be seen.
“Snap! Snap!” he called out loudly. “Come here, I tell you! Where are you hiding?”
Of course, the dog could not answer the question that had been put to him, and neither did he show himself. That is, not at first. But presently, as Mr. Bobbsey looked first in one corner of the toolhouse and then in another, he saw the tip end of Snap’s tail waving slightly from behind a big barrel.