“All right,” and Teddy was satisfied.
But he kept on looking at the funny way the big curved teeth of the hay-rake tilted themselves up every time the man driving it pulled the handle, and more than once Ted said to himself:
“I wish I could do that.”
And finally, when the man got down off the seat to go to the brook to get a drink of water, and while Jan was trying to make a doll by wadding up a wisp of hay and dressing it in a green leaf, Teddy walked quietly off by himself and did what he ought not to have done. He climbed up on the seat of the hay-rake, and took the reins of the horse in his hands.
“I just want to see how it feels,” thought Teddy.
And then, to his surprise, something happened. The horse began walking quickly down the field, pulling the rake after him, and with it a big pile of hay caught in the curved teeth.
“Oh! Whoa! Whoa there! Whoa!” cried the frightened Teddy.
But the horse kept on going with the rake.
CHAPTER XII
THE LOST DOLL
Grandpa Martin, pausing in his work of tossing hay up on the wagon to fan himself with his big straw hat, looked across the field. What he saw made him cry out: