“All right,” agreed Laddie, as again he took his place in the straw with the other little Bunkers. But he did not ask any riddles for a long time. Perhaps he had been too startled. For surely it was rather a startling thing to find himself dangling on a tree branch, the wagon having gone out from under him.
However, in about fifteen minutes more Laddie suddenly cried:
“Oh, now I know a riddle! Why is a basket——”
But before he could say any more the other children broke into cries of:
“There’s the picnic ground! There’s the picnic ground!”
And, surely enough, they had reached the grove in the woods where lunch was to be eaten and games played.
It was a beautiful day of sunshine, warm and pleasant. Too warm, in fact, for Mrs. Bunker had to call to the children several times:
“Don’t run around too much and get overheated. It is very warm, and seems to be getting warmer.”
“Yes,” agreed Farmer Joel, as he looked at the sky. “I think we’ll have a thunder shower before the day is over.”
“We didn’t bring any umbrellas,” said Mrs. Bunker.