“Oh, I’m getting drowned! I’m getting drowned!” But of course she wasn’t. It made some excitement, though.
The lady in whose lap Mun Bun spilled the ice cream was very kind about it. She said it was a last year’s dress, anyhow, and now she would have a good reason for getting a new one.
When the six little Bunkers went home from the church festival Laddie tried to make up a riddle about Margy’s getting wet with the lemonade.
“I want to make a riddle about her but I can’t think just how to do it,” said the little fellow to Russ.
“Why not ask, When is Margy like a goldfish?” Russ suggested.
“What would the answer be?” inquired Laddie.
“Oh, you could say when she tried to swim in lemonade,” replied Russ.
“I guess I will,” decided Laddie, and he had that for a new riddle, though it was not as clever as some he had thought up all by himself.
There were many happy days spent in the woods and fields about Farmer Joel’s by the six little Bunkers. Every morning when the children arose there was the prospect of happy times ahead of them. And nearly always these happy expectations came true. Even when it rained, as I have said, the children could play in the big barn on the pile of fragrant hay they had helped put in.
One fine day when Farmer Joel drove into town with Mr. and Mrs. Bunker, who wanted to do some shopping, the six little Bunkers were left in charge of Norah and Adam North.