“Oh, a swing! Goodie!” cried Violet.
“I want to swing in it!” exclaimed Mun Bun.
“So do I!” added Margy.
“I can see where there’s going to be trouble, with only one swing,” murmured Daddy Bunker, smiling at his wife.
“Oh, they can take turns,” she said.
The wagon was now going through the woods. On either side were green trees with low-hanging branches, some of which met in an arch overhead, drooping down so far that the children could reach up and touch the leaves with their hands.
“Oh, it’s just lovely here,” murmured Rose, who liked beautiful scenery.
“I see something that’s lovelier,” said Russ.
“What?” asked Rose. “I don’t see anything. You can’t get much of a view down here under the trees, but it’s beautiful just the same.”
“Here’s the view I was looking at,” said Russ, with a laugh, and he pointed to the piles of lunch boxes and baskets in the front part of the hay wagon. “That’s a better view than just trees, Rose.”