loud bark--"Bow-wow!"

"Oh, it's a dog!" exclaimed Flossie aloud, before she thought.

"That sounds like our Snap!" said Freddie, almost at the same time.

"Children, you must be quiet!" called the teacher.

Just then the door between the two rooms was pushed open, and in walked
Snap, wagging his tail. He looked at the teacher, he looked at the other
children, and then, with a joyful bark, he ran up to Flossie and
Freddie.

CHAPTER VII

THE SCHOOL PLAY

"Snap! Snap!" cried Freddie, as he left his seat and put his arms around
the dog's neck. "Good dog, Snap!"

Snap liked to be petted, and he wagged his tail faster than before and
barked. Flossie saw a queer look on her teacher's face, and the little
girl said:

"Snap, you must be quiet. You musn't bark in school any more than we
must whisper. I didn't want to speak out loud," she said to the teacher,
"but I had to, or Snap wouldn't hear me."

"Oh, that part's all right, my dear," the teacher said kindly. "But how
did your dog get here?"

"I--I don't know," answered Flossie, while Freddie kept on petting Snap.

Just then the door of the other school room, in which Nan and Bert
studied, opened, and the teacher from there came in. She was a new one.

"Is that dog here?" she asked. Then she could see that Snap was there.
The children in Flossie's room were laughing now. Some of the pupils
from the other room were standing in the doorway behind the teacher,
looking in.

"Whose dog is that?" the new teacher asked.

"He's ours, if you please," said Bert.

"Did you bring him to school?"

"No, ma'am. He must have got loose," answered Nan. "He was chained up
when we left for school this morning, and he must have got lonesome and
come to find us."

"Well, he found you all right," said Flossie's teacher with a laugh.
"The doors are open, because it is so warm," she said to the new
teacher, "so Snap had no trouble in getting in. He never came to school
before, though."

"He's like Mary's little lamb, isn't he?" asked Freddie.

"Well, he must be put out," said the new teacher, smiling. "Of course it
wasn't the fault of you children that he came in. But you had better
take him home I think, Bert. And see that he is well chained. I'll
excuse you from class long enough to take your dog home. Now, children,
go back to your seats."

"Say, Bert," whispered Ned Barton, "I'll help you take Snap home if you
want me to."

"No, indeed!" laughed the new teach