the same. Sam went back to his work, of
weeding the vegetable garden and Bert watered the flowers. Pretty soon
Freddie came back.

"Did--did Danny do anything to you?" the little fellow wanted to know.

"No, Freddie, but the hose did something to him," said Bert.

"Oh, did it wet him again?"

"That's what it did."

"Ha! Ha!" laughed Freddie. "I wish I'd been here to see it, Bert."

"Well, why did you run?"

"Oh, I--I thought maybe--mamma might want me," answered Freddie, but
Bert understood, and smiled. Then he let Freddie finish watering the
flowers, after which Freddie played he was a fireman, saving houses
from burning by means of the hose.

Snap, the trick dog came running out, followed by Flossie, who had just
been washed and combed, her mother having put a clean dress on her.

"Oh, Freddie," said the little girl, "let's make Snap do some tricks.
See if he will jump over the stream of water from the hose."

"All right," agreed her little brother. "I'll squirt the water out
straight, and you stand on one side of it and call Snap over. Then
he'll jump."

Flossie tried this, but at first the dog did not seem to want to do
this particular trick. He played soldier, said his prayers, stood on
his hind legs, and turned a somersault. But he would not jump over the
water.

"Come, Snap, Snap!" called Flossie. "Jump!"

Snap raced about and barked, and seemed to be having all sorts of fun,
but jump he would not until he got ready. Then, when he did Freddie
accidentally lowered the nozzle and Snap was soaked.

But the dog did not mind the water in the least. In fact he seemed to
like it, for the day was warm, and he stood still and let Freddie wet
him all over. Then Snap rolled about on the lawn, Freddie and Flossie
taking turns sprinkling.

And, as might be expected, considerable water got on the two children,
and when Snap shook himself, as he often did, to get some of the drops
off his shaggy coat, he gave Flossie and her clean dress a regular
shower bath.

Nan, coming from the house saw this. She ran up to Flossie, who had
the hose just then, crying:

"Flossie Bobbsey! Oh, you'll get it when mamma sees you! She cleaned
you all up and now look at yourself!"

"She can't see--there's no looking glass here," said Freddie, with a
laugh.

"And you're just as bad!" cried Nan. "You'd both better go in the
house right away, and stop playing with the hose."

"We're through, anyhow," said F