“He’s making the funniest kind of a bed in the garden!” laughed Rose.
“A bed!” cried Mr. Bunker. “I hope he isn’t going to sleep out here!”
“No, it’s a bed like a flower bed or a cabbage bed,” explained Russ. “Only he’s planting——”
“Bones!” burst out Laddie. “Oh, I could make a funny riddle about it if I could think of it.”
“Mun Bun, what in the world are you doing with those bones?” asked his mother.
“Plantin’ ’em,” answered the little fellow coolly, as he dropped some of the chicken bones into the hole he had dug and covered them with earth.
“Why in the world are you planting bones?” asked his father.
“So more bones will grow,” answered Mun Bun, in a matter-of-fact way. “Farmer man plants seeds to make things grow, an’ I plant bones so more bones will grow.”
“Who for?” asked Russ.
“For Jimsie, the dog,” answered the little fellow. “Ralph said his dog never had enough bones, so I’m going to plant bones and then more bones will grow, an’ Jimsie can come over here an’ pick off the bones when they’re ripe an’——”