“Oh, I should say we did!” cried Violet “There was——”
“The cutest little colt!” broke in Rose, “and he——”
“Was in the straw,” continued Russ, “and when Rose saw him she——”
“Thought he was a bear,” said Laddie.
Thus several of the little Bunkers had a turn in telling what had happened.
“That was quite an adventure!” laughed Mrs. Bunker, when she had been told all that had taken place at the Armstrong farm.
“I’m trying to make up a riddle about the colt, but I haven’t got very far yet,” said Laddie. “It’s something about straw and a horseshoe and—oh, well, maybe I’ll think of it after a while,” he said hopefully.
They had a delightful time, lunching in the restaurant, and nothing much happened except that Mun Bun spilled a glass of water in his lap and got wet. But as it was a warm day it didn’t matter.
Margy discovered a little kitten wandering about the eating place, and she insisted on giving pussy some of her milk. The result was, Margy’s hands not being very steady, that she upset a glass of milk on the floor.
But, as the restaurant keeper said, it didn’t matter, for the floor needed mopping anyhow.