And Margy followed with a like cry.
“Oh, I’m fallin’ off!” she shouted.
And, surely enough, Russ and Rose also felt the top of the load of hay beginning to slip to one side. Adam North was riding with the children, Farmer Joel and Daddy Bunker having remained in the field, while one hired man drove the team of horses.
“I guess they didn’t load this hay evenly,” said Adam. “Part of it is going to slip off. But don’t be frightened, children,” he said kindly. “You can’t get hurt falling with a load of hay.”
Just as Adam finished speaking part of the top of the load slid off the wagon and fell into the field, and with it fell the six little Bunkers and Adam himself.
“Oh! Oh!” screamed Margy and Mun Bun.
“Keep still!” ordered Russ. “You won’t get hurt!”
“Look out for the pitchforks—they’re sharp!” warned Rose.
Laddie and Violet laughed with glee as they felt themselves sliding.
Down in a heap went the hay, the six little Bunkers and Adam. The hay was so soft it was like falling in a bed of feathers. The man sitting in front to drive the horses did not slide off.