And that’s just what had happened. The three older Bunkers came upon Violet, Margy and Mun Bun a few seconds later. It was at a place where a small plank was laid across the brook as a bridge.
Standing in the water on one side of the plank was Mun Bun. In the water up to her knees on the other side of the plank, was Margy. Both children were in the middle of the brook, and Violet was on one shore.
“I guess Mun Bun’s feet are wet, and Margy’s, too!” chuckled Russ. “What’s the matter, Vi?” he asked. “What happened?”
“Oh, these children started to cross the little bridge, and Margy wanted to go first and Mun Bun wanted to go first, and they pushed and shoved and———”
“Which one went into the water first?” asked Rose, with a laugh, for, after all, the accident was not a bad one.
“I fell in first!” cried Mun Bun, as if this was something to be proud of.
“No, I did!” declared Margy.
“Well, you’d both better come out,” advised Rose. “You’ll have to go up to the house and get on dry shoes and stockings.”
“I’m going to ask mother if I can’t go barefoot,” said Mun Bun.
“So’m I,” declared Margy.