"Well, we'll play it to-morrow," said Laddie.
"Or this afternoon, maybe," said his brother.
They tied the raft to a tree near shore, leaving the stick fast to the rope, ready for more fun.
"Mercy, Laddie, what happened to you?" asked Mrs. Bunker, as she saw the two boys come through the garden up to Grandma Bell's house. "Did you fall into the water?"
"I—I sorter—sorter—stepped in—off the raft," answered the little boy. "Oh, it was lots of fun!"
"But you must be more careful," said his mother. "Was the water deep?"
"No, Mother. It was near shore," explained Russ, and he told how Zip had given them rides.
"Well, come into the house, and get on dry clothes," said Grandma Bell. "And, to make sure you won't catch cold—though I don't see how you can on such a hot day—I'll give you some bread and jam!"
"Oh, goody!" cried Laddie, for he knew how nice the bread and jam made by Grandma Bell tasted.
"I wish I'd fallen in," said Russ.