“No, even when there is no horse. That’s for not being careful. You mustn’t do such things, Theodore.”
Teddy looked a little ashamed of himself.
“I—I won’t do it any more,” he faltered. “But it was awful funny being rolled along over and over inside the rake.”
“It’s a wonder you weren’t hurt,” said Grandpa Martin. “It’s a good thing the teeth of the rake are so big and curved, and not sharp. Now go back and sit down until we load the wagon.”
Grandpa and his men finished gathering up the hay, and when the big wagon was loaded he called:
“Come now, Curlytops! Up with you!”
Jan and Ted were tossed up on the very top of the load. And such fun as it was to ride along the road on the way back to the barn! No matter how rough the journey was the children never felt it, for the load of hay was like a feather bed, and much nicer than the Curlytops had thought. In the barn they had fun, too, sliding down one side of the big mow where the hay was stored.
Back they rode to the hay field again, and this time Ted kept far away from the big rake. He and Jan had a good time trying to catch the grasshoppers which flew and hopped from one pile of the dried grass to another.
Then came a final ride back to the barn on the last load, and Ted and Jan were so tired out and so drowsy from the sweet smell and the heat that they fell asleep and had to be lifted down.
“Oh, we had such dandy fun!” cried Jan that night.