"Oh, well, then I can eat the peanuts myself," he returned. "But maybe I might see a squirrel."
"Yes, we have some of them in our parks," went on Aunt Jo. "And I have seen them so tame that they would come up and take a nut from your fingers. Some day we'll go to the park and look for the little fellows. But I'm afraid you won't have any peanuts left then, Laddie."
"Well, we can get some more," said the little boy with a laugh.
It was a little later that same afternoon, when Rose, who was out on the porch, getting her doll dressed for supper, as she said, came running in, looking very much excited.
"Well, what is it now?" asked her mother. "Has Mun Bun or any of the others, ridden off on a junk wagon?"
"Oh, no," answered the little girl. "But Laddie went off down the street with his peanuts in his pocket, and now he's come back and he has a funny riddle."
"A funny riddle!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "What do you mean? Is it a riddle about the peanuts?"
"I don't know," answered Rose. "But Laddie has something hid under his coat, and he asked me to guess what it was, so it must be a riddle. And it makes a funny squeaking noise."
"My goodness!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "I must see what Laddie's riddle is this time!"