FREDDIE saw Danny coming, and did the most natural thing in the world.
He dropped the hose and ran. And you know what a hose, with water
bursting from the nozzle will sometimes do if you don't hold it just
right. Well, this hose did that. It seemed to aim itself straight at
Danny, and again the rough boy received a charge of water full in the
"Hahahere! You quit that!" he gasped. "I'll fix you for that!"
The water got in his eyes and mouth, and for a moment he could not see.
But with his handkerchief he soon had his eyes cleared, and then he came
running toward Bert.
Danny Rugg was larger than Bert, and stronger, and, in addition, was a
bullying sort of chap, almost always ready to fight some one smaller
But what Bert lacked in size and strength he made up in a bold Spirit.
He was not at all afraid of Danny, even when the bully came rushing at
him. Bert stood his ground manfully. He had taken up the hose where
Freddie had dropped it, and the water was spurting out in a solid
stream. Freddie, having gotten a safe distance away, now turned and
stood looking at Danny.
Danny, too, had halted and was fairly glaring at Bert, who looked at him
a bit anxiously. More than once he and the bully had come to blows, and
sometimes Bert had gotten the best of it. Still he did not like a
"I'll get you yet, Freddie Bobbsey!" cried Danny, shaking his
the little fellow. Whereupon Freddie turned and ran toward the house.
Danny saw that he could not catch him in time, and so he turned to Bert.
"You put him up to do that - to douse me with water!" cried Danny
"I did not," said Bert quietly. "It was just an accident.
"You are not! I say you did that on purpose or you told Freddie to,
I'm going to pay you back!"
"I tell you it was an accident," insisted Bert. "But if you
think Freddie did it on purpose I can't stop you."
"Well, I'm going to hit you just the same," growled Danny, and
stepped toward Bert.
"You'd better look out," said Bert, with just a little smile.
still a lot of water in this hose," and he brought the nozzle around
front, ready to squirt on Danny if the bad boy should come too near.
Danny came to a stop.
"Don't you dare put any more water on me!" cried the bully. "If
I'll -" He doubled up his fists and glared at Bert.
"Then don't you come any nearer if you don't want to get wet,"
Bert. "This hose might sprinkle you by accident, the same as it did
when Freddie had it," he added.
"Huh! I know what kind of an accident that was!" spoke Danny,
"You'd better get out of the way," went on Bert quietly. "I
sprinkle that flower bed near where you are, and if you're there you
might get wet, and it wouldn't my fault."
"I'll fix you!" growled Danny, springing forward. Bert got ready
the hose, and there might have been more trouble, except that Sam, the
colored man, came out on the lawn. He saw that something out of the
ordinary was going on, and breaking into a run he called out:
"Am anything de mattah, Massa Bert? Am yo' habin' trouble wif anybody?"
"Well, I guess it's all over now," said Bert, as he saw Danny
walk toward the gate.
"If yo' need any help, jest remembah dat I'm around," spoke Sam,
wide grin that showed his white teeth in his black, but kindly face.
"I'l1 be right handy by, Massa Bert, yes, I will!"
"All right," said Bert, as he went on watering the flowers.
"Huh! You needn't think I'm afraid of you!" boasted Danny, but
on out of the gate just the same. Sam went back to his work, of weeding
the vegetable garden and Bert watered the flowers. Pretty soon Freddie
"Did - did Danny do anything to you?" the little fellow wanted
"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,
"Well, why did you run?"
"Oh, I - I thought maybe - mamma might want me," answered Freddie,
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
See if he will jump over the stream of water from the hose."
"All right," agreed her little brother. "I'll squirt the
straight, and you stand on one side of it and call Snap over. Then
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
"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
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,
"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 Freddie. "You ought to see
Snap jump over
"Oh, you children!" cried Nan, with a shake of her head. She seemed
like a little mother to them at times, though she was only four years
Mrs. Bobbsey was very sorry to see Flossie so wet and bedraggled, and
"You should have known better than to play with water with a clean
on, Flossie. Now I must punish you. You will have to stay in the house
for an hour, and so will Freddie."
Poor little Bobbsey twins! But then it was not a very severe
punishment, and really some was needed. It was hard when two of their
little playmates came and called for them to come out. But Mrs. Bobbsey
insisted on the two remaining in until the hour was at an end.
Then, when they had on dry garments, and could go out, there was no one
with whom to play.
"I'm not going to squirt the hose ever again," said Freddie.
"Neither am I," said his sister. "Never, never!"
Snap didn't say anything. He lay on the porch asleep, being cooled off
after his sport with the water.
"I - I wish we had our cat, Snoop, back," said Flossie. "Then
wouldn't have played in the water."
"That's so," agreed Freddie. "I wonder where he can be?"
They asked their father that night if any of the railroad men had seen
their pet, but he said none had, and added:
"I'm afraid you'll have to get along without Snoop. He seems to have
disappeared. But, anyhow, you have Snap."
"But some one may come along and claim him," said Freddie. "That
Rugg says he belongs to Mr. Peterson in Millville, father," said Bert.
"Well, I'll call Mr. Peterson up on the telephone tomorrow, and find
out," spoke Mr. Bobbsey. "That much will be settled, at any rate."
"Did you hear anything from the circus people about the fat lady?"
"Yes, but no news," was her husband's answer. "The circus
has gone to
Cuba and Porto Rico for the winter, and I will have to write there. It
will be some time before we can expect an answer, though, as I suppose
the show will be traveling from place to place and mail down there is
not like it is up here. But we may find the fat lady and the cup some
"And Snoop, too," put in Nan.
"Yes, Snoop too."
One fact consoled the Bobbseys in their trouble over their lost pet and
cup. This was the answer received by Mr. Bobbsey from Mr. Peterson.
That gentleman had lost a valuable dog, but it was a small poodle, and
unlike big Snap. So far no one had claimed the trick dog, and it seemed
likely that the children could keep him. They were very glad about
"Oh dear!" exclaimed Bert, one afternoon a few days following
with the hose, "school begins Monday. Only three more days of
"I think you have had a long vacation," returned Mrs. Bobbsey,
Freddie and Flossie are going to do such tricks as they did the other
day, with the hose, I, for one, shall be glad that you are in school."
"I like school," said Nan. "There are lot of new girls coming
term, I hear."
"Any new fellows?" asked Bert, more interested.
"I don't know. There is a new teacher in the kindergarten, though,
where Flossie and Freddie will go. Nellie Parks has met her, and says
she's awfully nice."
"That's good," spoke Flossie. "I like nice teachers."
"Well, I hope you and Freddie will get along well," said Mamma
"You are getting older you know, and you must soon begin to study hard."
"We will," they promised.
The school bell, next Monday morning, called to many rather unwilling
children. The long vacation was over and class days had begun once
more. The four Bobbseys went off together to the building, which was
only a few blocks from their home. Mr. Tetlow was the principal, and
there were half a dozen lady teachers.
"Hello, Nan," greeted Grace Lavine. "May I sit with you this
"Oh, I was going to ask her," said Nellie Parks.
"Well, I was first," spoke Grace, with a pout.
"We'll be in the room where there are three seated desks," said
a smile. "Maybe we three can be together."
"Oh, we'll ask teacher!" cried Nellie. "That will be lovely!"
"I'm going to sit with Freddie," declared Flossie. "We're
together - mamma said so."
"Of course, dear," agreed Nan. "I'll speak to your teacher
Bert was walking in the rear with Charley Mason, when Danny Rugg came
around a corner.
"I know what I'm going to do to you after school, Bert Bobbsey!"
the bully. "You just wait and see."
"A11 right - I'll wait" spoke Bert quietly. "I'm not afraid."
By this time they were at the school, and it was nearly time for the
last bell to ring. Danny went off to join some of his particular chums,
shaking his fist at Bert as he went.
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