And, surely enough, when they looked, there on the ground beside Mun Bun was an apple. They were more sure it was a bit of fruit that had hit him a moment or two lately for suddenly Jimsie, the dog, let out a howl, and they all saw an apple fall and hit the dog on the head.
This made Mun Bun laugh, and he said:
“Jimsie got hit just like me, didn’t he?”
“And he howled pretty nearly as loudly,” chuckled Russ.
“Perhaps I’d better take the smaller children in from the orchard,” said Mrs. Bunker, after a while. “A lot of apples are falling, and some are so large and hard that little heads might be hurt.”
“I think it’s as well,” agreed Mr. Bunker.
“You may gather the eggs, if you wish,” said Farmer Joel. “It’s about time.”
“Oh, that’ll be fun!” cried Violet.
“An’ I want a basket all by myself!” insisted Margy.
“So do I,” said Mun Bun, forgetting all about being hit by a falling apple.