Bobbsey. 'Cause why? 'Cause heah's Snoop now, right ober
by Miss Dorothy."
This was very true. The little seashore Cousin had been playing with
the black cat.
"Snap howls sometimes," said Freddie, who seemed to be trying to find
some explanation of the queer noise. "Lots of times he used to howl
under my window, and I'd think it was some boy, but it was only Snap.
He used to like to howl at the moon."
"Dat's right, so he does, honey lamb," Dinah admitted. "But dere ain't
no moon now, an' Snap's eatin' a bone. He don't never howl when he's
eatin' a bone, I'se sartain ob dat."
"Oh, well, if it wasn't the dog or cat, it was some other noise that
can easily be found," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I'll go have a look."
"I'm coming, too," said Nan.
"And so am I!" exclaimed Bert.
Harry and Dorothy looked at each other a moment, and then Dorothy
said, rather unhesitatingly:
"I'm not afraid!"
"I should say not!" cried Mrs. Bobbsey. "What is there to be afraid
of, just in a noise?"
"Let's all go!" suggested Harry.
"Good!" cried Mr. Bobbsey, for he wanted his children not to give way
to foolish fears. They were not "afraid of the dark," as some children
are, and from the time when they were little tots, their parents had
tried to teach them that most things, such as children fear, are
really nothing but things they think they see, or hear.
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