"Oh!" said Laddie again. "I thought that old calf was pulling me down into the mud to take a bath. That—that must be a riddle, Russ."
"What's a riddle?" asked his brother, yawning.
"When is a dream not a dream?" asked Laddie promptly.
"I—ow!—don't know," yawned Russ.
"When you wake up," declared Laddie with conviction.
But Russ did not answer. He had snuggled down into his pillow and was asleep again.
"Well—anyway," muttered Laddie, "I guess that wasn't a very good riddle after all."
They got home to Pineville the next day, and as the automobile rolled into the Bunker yard mother and Norah, the cook, besides Mun Bun and Margy, were in the doorway. The two little folks at once ran screaming into the yard.
"There's a strike!" cried out Margy.
"You tan't go to school!" added Mun Bun.