So, Buddy Jim had lots of fun filling his pail with them, and long before it was filled he simply could not have eaten a single berry more, and his face looked just like a little black boy's face.
Blueberries do stain so! But Buddy could not see his face, and he would not have cared if he could have seen it, he was having so much fun.
All at once, Old Dog Sandy barked at something. Buddy knew what that meant. Sandy had found some Little Neighbor. So he ran quickly. He was always afraid that the silly old dog would at some time hurt some little helpless creature.
He found him in a thicket of brakes at the edge of the woods, dancing around an old stump, barking like mad at Molly Cotton-tail and her two babies, who were trying to squeeze themselves into a little hollow at the foot of the stump.
Molly Cotton-tail was trying to shelter the two little ones with her body, but she wasn't quite big enough.
"Sandy," said Buddy, "stop that barking and go and lie down until I come!"
Old Dog Sandy trotted off, looking foolish and disgusted, and talking to himself. He could not understand Buddy! Here he took all this trouble to hunt up game for him, and every time he got blamed for it. It was no way to treat a dog. He was going to stay at the house after this.
Mary was shelling Peas for Dinner