"And then it fell in!" added Rose. "I saw it."
"I felt it," remarked Russ, rubbing his back. "But it didn't hurt me much," he added.
"I guess the barrel was so old and dry that it couldn't hold together when you two boys got to playing with it," said Mrs. Bunker. "Well, I'm glad it was no worse. At first it sounded as though the house was coming down. You had better play some other game now."
"Oh, the rain has stopped!" cried Rose, looking out of a window. "We can play out in the yard now."
"Yes, I believe you can," said her mother. "But you must put on your rubbers, for the ground is damp. Run out and play!"
With shouts of glee and laughter the six little Bunkers started to go outdoors. It was a warm day, late in June, and even the rain had not made it too cool for them to be out.
As the six children trooped out on the side porch they saw their father coming up the walk.
"Why, it isn't supper time, and daddy's coming home!" exclaimed Rose.
"What do you s'pose he wants?" asked Russ.
"Maybe he heard the barrel break and came up to see about it," suggested Laddie.