CHAPTER XVII
THE ICE CAVE
Along the road, through pleasant fields, and into the woods rumbled the big farm hay wagon, driven by Adam North. In the wagon sat the six little Bunkers with their father and mother and Farmer Joel. For Farmer Joel had decided that, after the haymaking, he was entitled to a holiday. So he stopped work and went on the picnic with the six little Bunkers.
“How much farther is it to the picnic grounds?” asked Vi, after they had ridden for perhaps half an hour.
“Not very far now,” answered Farmer Joel.
“Is it a nice picnic grounds?” went on the little girl who always asked questions. “And is there——”
“Now, Vi,” interrupted her mother, “suppose you wait until we get there and you can see what there is to see. You mustn’t tire Farmer Joel by asking so many questions.”
“Well, I only wanted to ask just one thing more,” begged Vi.
“Go ahead. What is it?” chuckled the good-natured farmer.
“Is there a swing in the picnic woods?” asked Vi, after a moment’s pause to decide which question was the most important.
“Well, if there isn’t we can put one up, for I brought a rope along,” answered Adam North. He liked to see the six little Bunkers have fun as much as the children loved to play.