“Thank you, but I—­I want my own dear doll!” and Flossie sobbed harder than before.

“Never mind, Brother Bert will get her from the dog,” said Nan.  “Don’t cry.”

“I—­I can’t help it,” Flossie said, though she did try to stop crying.  Bert ran around the corner of the house.  Then he laughed so loudly that Nan knew it must be all right and she said: 

“Come on, Flossie and Alice.  We’ll go and see what Bert has found.”

They found Bert looking at the strange dog, who was standing in front of Snoop.  And Snoop had her back arched up round; her tail was as large as a sausage, and her fur stuck out all sorts of ways, while she made a hissing sound like a steam radiator.

“What’s the matter, Bert?” asked Nan.

“Why, I guess the strange dog was running through our yard with Flossie’s doll in his mouth when Snoop saw him and ran at him,” said Bert.  “Snoop doesn’t like strange dogs, and she must have made quite a fuss at this one, for he dropped the doll.  I’ll get her for you, Flossie.”

The little twin’s doll lay on the grass where the dog had dropped it when the cat chased after him.  For all I know he may have thought it was a bone and have wanted to bury it.

Bert picked up the doll from the grass.

“There she is, Flossie,” he said.  “Not hurt a bit, and as good as ever.”

“Thank you,” Flossie answered, hugging her doll close in her arms.  “Now we can go on playing, Alice.”

They went back on the porch, and the strange dog gave a bark.  This seemed to make Snoop angry, for she hissed louder than ever and made her tail even larger than before.  Then she walked toward the dog.  But he did not wait even to rub noses with her, as Snap did.  With a howl the dog ran back and jumped over the fence.

“Snoop drove him away,” laughed Nan.  “She is as good at driving strange dogs away as Snap would be.  Wasn’t it funny the dog should go up on the porch, and take Flossie’s doll?”

“It was better to do that than bite her,” said Bert.

When Freddie came back from the lumber yard that day he told of Tommy’s visit, and Mrs. Bobbsey told of having helped his grandmother.  Mrs. Bobbsey also told what Mrs. Todd had said of her missing son, who was shipwrecked.

“Bert, please hand me down my bank,” said Freddie to his brother after supper.

“What for?” Bert asked.

“I must count my money and see if I have enough to help buy a ship for Tommy Todd.  He and I are going off in a ship to look for his father.”

“Now look here, Freddie,” said Mr. Bobbsey.  “I want you to have all the fun you can, and play with Tommy whenever you can, and I want you to be kind and to help people.  I also wish, as much as you, that we could find Tommy’s father, if he is still alive.  But you must not run off to sea without telling us.”