when I grow up."

"I thought you were going to be a fireman," said Bert.

"Well, I can be a fireman week days and a minister on Sundays," said
the little fellow, thus solving the problem. "But do they eat so much,
Nan?"

"No, of course not, only mamma wants to be polite to them, so she has a
lot of things cooked up, so that if they don't like one thing they can
have another. Folks always give their best to the minister."

"Then I'm surely going to be one, too," declared Flossie. "I like good
things to eat. I hope our minister isn't very hungry, 'cause then
there'll be some left for us when we come home from this picnic."

"Why, Flossie!" cried Nan. "We have a lovely lunch with us; plenty,
I'm sure."

"Well, I'm awful hungry, Nan," said the little girl. "Besides, Sammie
Jones, and his sister Julia, haven't any lunch at all. I saw them, and
they looked terrible hungry. Couldn't we give them some of ours; if we
have so much at home?"

"Of course we could, and it is very kind of you to think of them," said
Nan, as she patted her little sister on her head. "I'll look after
Sammie and Julia when we get to the grove."

In spite of what Nan and Bert had said about Mrs. Bobbsey being very
busy, Flossie and Freddie looked anxiously in the direction of their
house as they walked along. But no sight of their mother greeted them.
They did see a friend, however, and this was none other than Snap,
their new dog, who, with many barks and wags of his fluffy tail, ran
out to meet his little masters and mistresses.

"Here, Snap! Snap!" called Freddie. "Come on, old fellow!" and the
dog leaped all about him.

"Let's take him to the picnic with us," suggested Flossie. "We can
have lots of fun."

"And he can eat the scraps," said Nan. "Shall we, Bert?"

"I don't care. But maybe Mr. Tetlow wouldn't like it."

"You ask him, Bert," pleaded Flossie.

"Tell him Snap will do tricks to amuse us."

Bert goodnaturedly started ahead to speak to the principal, who was
talking with some of the teachers, planning games for the little folk.
Flossie and Freddie were patting their pet, when Danny Rugg, and one of
his friends came along.

"That dog can't come to our picnic!" said Danny, with a scowl. "He
might bite some of us."

"Snap never bites!" cried Freddie.

"Of course not," said Flossie.

"Well, he can't come to this picnic!" spoke Danny, angrily. "Go on
home!" he cried, sharply, stooping to pick up a stone.