Now they were home once more.
It was almost time for school to open for the fall term, and the twins
were playing in the barn, making the most of the last days of their
vacation, when the accident happened about the hay, as I have told you.
"Flossie! Freddie! Are you under there?" called Bert, anxiously, as he
threw aside armful after armful of the dried grass. "Are you down there
under the hay?"
He paused a moment to listen for an answer, but none came. If Flossie
and Freddie were there, either they did not hear him or they were so
smothered by the hay that they could not answer.
"Oh, I hope nothing has happened to them!" exclaimed Bert, and he began
digging away faster than before.
Certainly it was a large pile of hay to have fallen on two little
children. But then the hay was soft, and Bert, himself, had often been
buried under a pile in the field. It had not hurt, but the dust had made
him sneeze.
Faster and faster Bert dug away at the hay. He heard feet pattering on
the barn floor back of him, and, turning, saw Snap, the big dog, come
running in.
"Oh, Snap!" cried Bert, "Flossie and Freddie are under the hay! Help me
dig 'em out!"
"Bow wow!" barked Snap, just as if he understood.
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