Hardee?"
"Well, yessum, dat's partly it," said the fat cook. "We's got t' hab
eggs, an' other things too."
"Bert and Harry can walk to the village," said Mr. Bobbsey. "It isn't
far from here. I'll go part way with them. So don't worry, Dinah."
"Oh, dat isn't all dat's worryin' me, Massa Bobbsey. But did yo' say
de chillums could hab dem corn muffins whut was left over?" and she
looked at Mrs. Bobbsey.
"The corn muffins that were left over?" repeated the twins' mother.
"No, I said nothing about them. And they know they should not eat
between meals without asking me. Why, are the muffins gone, Dinah?"
"Yessum; fo' ob 'em. I put 'em on a plate on de dinin' room table, but
now dey's gone."
"Maybe Snap took them," suggested Mr. Bobbsey. "Snoop wouldn't, for
she doesn't like such things. But Snap is very fond of them."
Freddie, who heard the talk, hurried over to where the dog was lying
asleep in a patch of sunlight, and opened his mouth.
"No, Snap didn't take 'em," said Freddie. "There aren't any crumbs in
his teeth."
"Well, maybe you can tell that way, but I doubt it," laughed Mr.
Bobbsey. "Perhaps you forgot where you put the muffins, Dinah, or
maybe there were none left."
"Oh, I'se shuah I done put 'em on de table," said the fat cook, "an'
I'se shuah dey was some left.
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