"Do you?" asked Mrs. Brown. "What is it?"
"It's like this," went on Laddie. "Why is an apple like a wax doll?"
"Why is an apple like a wax doll? I never heard of such a thing!" laughed the farmer's wife. "An apple isn't any like a wax doll that I can see."
"Yes it is," said Laddie. "An apple is like a wax doll 'cause they both have red cheeks. A wax doll has red cheeks, and an apple has red cheeks."
"What about a green apple?" asked Mr. Brown, as the others laughed at Laddie's little riddle.
"Oh, well, I didn't mean a green apple," said the little boy.
Dinner was half over when Daddy Bunker and Captain Ben came in.
"Did you get the auto out of the ditch?" asked Russ.
"Yes. But it's more badly broken than I thought," Captain Ben replied. "It can't be fixed until to-morrow, so we shall have to stay here all night. You don't mind as long as your mother and the other two little Bunkers are all right, do you?" he asked Russ.
"Oh, no," was the answer. "It's fun here!"