Sometimes Laddie made up better riddles than that.
Margy was washed and a clean dress was put on her, and by this time the men and Russ and Rose came in from the apple orchard and it was almost time for supper.
Norah had cooked a good meal, and it was well that she had, for every one had a hearty appetite. Working in the apple orchard and gathering eggs made them all hungry.
It was several days after this that, when Mrs. Bunker was taking the four smaller children for a walk through the fields, a distant rumbling sound was heard.
“Is that thunder?” asked Violet, looking toward the sky.
“I think not,” her mother answered. “If it is, the storm is a distant one and will not break until we get home.”
“It isn’t thunder,” announced Laddie, after the rumbling sound was heard again.
“What is it?” Mun Bun wanted to know.
“It’s Farmer Joel’s bull,” said Laddie. “I can see him down in that field,” and he pointed to a distant pasture in which, all alone, was the big bull, roaming around, pawing the ground, shaking his head, and now and then uttering the low, rumbling bellow, which sounded like distant thunder.
“Oh, so it is the bull,” remarked Mrs. Bunker, when, from a distant hill, they had watched the powerful animal running about.