"Sure we will!"
Off to the place where the huckleberries grew went the six little Bunkers, with their mother and their grandmother.
"And I'm coming, too," said Daddy Bunker. "I'm too fond of huckleberry pie to risk having all the berries go into the children's mouths. I'll go along and pick some myself, then I'll be sure of one pie at least."
But the six little Bunkers were really very good. Of course, I'm not saying they didn't eat some berries. You'd do that yourself, when they grew on bushes all around you. But the children put into the pails and baskets so many that Grandma Bell said there would be a big pie for daddy, and several smaller ones for the children.
As the little party of berry pickers came back from the fields late that afternoon, Russ and Laddie, walking ahead, saw Zip, the dog, dragging along a piece of rope, fastened to a heavy bit of log.
"He's terrible strong, Zip is," said Laddie. "Look at him pull that log."
"Yes, he is strong," agreed Russ. And then he suddenly cried: "Oh, I know what we can do!"
"What?" asked Laddie, always ready for anything.
"We can make a cart and have Zip pull us in it. If grandma had a pony I guess she'd have a pony-cart, but she hasn't, so we can make a dog-cart."
"How can we do it?" asked Laddie.