“I guess he was going to dig worms so he could go fishing,” suggested Laddie. “He asked me if there were fish in the brook.”
“See if you can find him, Russ,” begged his mother.
Russ went toward the garden where he soon saw Mun Bun busy making a hole, tossing the dirt about with a small shovel.
“Hi there, Mun Bun!” called Russ. “You shouldn’t dig in the garden. You might spoil something that’s planted there.”
“Nuffin planted here,” said Mun Bun, as he kept on digging. “I did ast Adam, an’ he said taters was here but he digged ’em all up. Nuffin planted here, so I plant somethin’.”
“What are you going to plant?” asked Russ, with a smile, while Rose and the other children drew near.
“I goin’ to plant bones,” answered Mun Bun, hardly looking up, so busy was he with the shovel.
“Bones!” cried Russ. “You’re going to plant bones?”
“Yes,” answered Mun Bun solemnly, “I plant bones. Look out—you’re steppin’ on my bones!” he cried, and he pointed to the ground where lay a pile of chicken bones that Norah had thrown out from dinner.
“Well, what kind of a garden are you making, anyhow?” asked Russ. “Planting bones!”