“I’ll be careful,” he promised.
Ordinarily when Russ used the hose all the other little Bunkers stood around anxiously waiting for their turn. But now, with the prospect of hearing a secret, they went willingly to the bathroom and soon were as shining as soap and water could make them.
Adam, as the children soon began to call him, for he was very friendly, ran the big truck up alongside the garage, as there was not room for it inside. Then, after he had washed and prepared for supper, he went out to see that Russ did not spray too much water on the newly set out plants.
Norah, the cook, had supper almost ready and Adam had told Russ enough water had been used when the boy, looking down the street, saw his father approaching.
“Here comes daddy!” he cried.
Mr. Bunker waved his newspaper and as he reached the gate and saw the visitor a pleasant smile came over his face and he cried:
“Well, Adam North! Glad to see you! How’s Farmer Joel?”
“Right hearty! I brought you those flowers.”
“That’s good! Hello, Russ! How’s everything here?”
“All right, Daddy!”