But it must have been Snap."
"No'm, it couldn't be," said Dinah. "It wasn't Snap."
"How do you know?"
"Could Snap come through a closed do', Mrs. Bobbsey. Could Snap do
that?"
"Come through a door? No, I don't believe he could. But he might open
it. Snoop can open doors."
"Yes, maybe do's that hab a catch on, but not knob-do's, Snoop can't
open, an' Snap can't neither. Besides, de do' was shut when I left de
sandwiches on de table an' went fo' de basket."
"Oh, was it?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, trying to think of how the pieces of
bread and meat could have been taken.
"It shuah was," went on Dinah. "Nobody took dem sandwiches, but a
ghostest, an' I can't stay in no boat what has ghostests."
"Nonsense!" laughed Mrs. Bobbsey. "I know how it was done, Dinah. I
know how the sandwiches were taken."
"How, Mrs. Bobbsey?" asked the colored cook, as she stood looking
first at the empty plate on the table, and then at Nan and lastly at
Mrs. Bobbsey.
"Why, through that window," said the twins' mother, pointing to an
open window on the side of the Bluebird. "Snap must have come in that
window, and taken the sandwiches. He was probably very hungry, poor
dog, though he knows better than to do anything like that." "No'm,
Mrs. Bobbsey," went on Dinah. "Snap couldn't hab come in fru dat
window, fo' it opens right on to de watah.
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