“What’s this you’re sending me?” called this man to Adam.
“It’s Russ! Grab him when he gets near enough to you,” Adam answered.
“I will,” said the man who was “mowing away,” as the work of storing the hay in the barn is called.
“NOW WATCH HER WHIZZ!” CRIED RUSS.
Six Little Bunkers at Farmer Joel’s.
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Higher and higher up went Russ, while Rose and the other little Bunkers on the ground below gazed at him in mingled fright and envy.
“Will he fall and be killed?” asked Vi.
“No, I guess not. Oh, no! Of course not!” exclaimed Rose.