ons, called at the
Bobbsey home, and made up games and all sorts of sports.

"For," said Grace Lavine, with whom Nan sometimes played, "school will
soon begin, and we want to have all the fun we can until then."

"Let's jump rope," proposed Nan.

"All right," agreed Grace. "Here comes Nellie Parks, and we'll see who
can jump the most."

"No, you mustn't do that," said Nan. "Don't you remember how you once
tried to jump a hundred, and you fainted?"

"Indeed I do," said Grace. "I'm not going to be so silly as to try
that again. We'll only jump a little."

Soon Nan and her chums were having good time in the yard.

Charley Mason, with whom Bert sometimes played, came over, and the two
boys went for a row on the lake, in Bert's boat. Some little friends
of Flossie and Freddie came over, and they had fun watching Snap do
tricks.

For the circus dog, as he had come to be called, seemed to be able to
do some new trick each day. He could "play dead," and "say his
prayers," besides turning a back somersault. The little twins, who
seemed to claim more share in Snap than did Nan and Bert, did not
really know how many tricks their pet could do.

"Maybe you'll have to give him back to the circus," said Willie Flood,
one of Freddie's chums.

"Well, if we do, papa may buy him, or get another dog like him," spoke
Flossie.

A few days after this, when Bert was out in the front yard, watering
the grass with a hose, along came Danny Rugg. Now Danny went to the
same school that Bert did, but few of the boys and none of the girls,
liked Danny, because he was often rough, and would hit them or want to
fight, or would play mean tricks on them. Still, sometimes Danny
behaved himself, and then the boys were glad to have him on their
baseball nine as he was a good hitter and thrower, and he could run
fast.

"Hello, Bert!" exclaimed Danny, leaning on the fence. "I hear you have
a trick circus dog here."

"Who told you?" asked Bert, wondering what Danny would say next.

"Oh, Jack Parker. He says you found him."

"I didn't," spoke Bert, spraying a bed of geranium flowers. "He
followed us the night of the circus wreck."

"Well, you took him all the same. I know who owns him, too; and I'm
going to tell that you've got him."

"Oh, are you?" asked Bert. "Well, we think he belongs to the circus,
and my father has written about it, so you needn't trouble yourself."

"He doesn't belong to any circus," went on Danny. "T