"I wonder how Snap is going to like it?" asked Bert. "Did you ever
hitch him to your express wagon before, Freddie?"
"Yes. But he couldn't pull us."
"Why not?"
"'Cause I only had him tied with strings, and they broke. But I'm
going to use our book straps now, and they'll hold."
"Maybe they will--if you can find 'em--or if Flossie can," Bert went
on with a laugh.
Freddie said nothing. He was too busy tying more strings about Snap's
neck. These strings were to serve as reins for the dog-horse. Since
Snap would not keep them in his mouth, as a horse does a bit, they had
to go around his neck, as oxen wear their yokes.
Snap stretched out comfortably on the grass, his big red tongue
hanging out of his mouth. He was panting, and breathing hard, for he
and Freddie had had a romping play in the grass, before quieting down
for the horse-game.
"There, Snap!" Freddie exclaimed, after a bit. "Now you're almost
hitched up. I wish Flossie would hurry up with those straps."
Freddie Bobbsey stood up to look once more toward the house, which his
little twin sister had entered a few minutes before, having offered to
go in and look for the book straps. She had not come back, and Freddie
was getting Impatient.
At last the little girl appeared on the side porch. Her yellow hair
blew in the gentle June breeze, making sort of a golden light about
her head.
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