Mother and Daddy Bunker, with the four little Bunkers and Uncle Fred, were looking at the queer spring, which I'll tell you about a little later, when Laddie came running up to them.
"What's the matter?" asked Uncle Fred, seeing that the small boy seemed excited.
"Russ made—made a lasso," panted Laddie, for he had been running, and was out of breath.
"Yes, I know he said he was going to," said Uncle Fred. "That's all right. Have a good time with it."
"Russ made—made a lasso, and he—he lassoed one of the little cows with it!" went on Laddie.
"Oh, did he!" exclaimed Mr. Bell with a laugh. "Well, I guess what little lassoing Russ can do won't hurt the calf. They are all pretty well grown."
"But Russ can't—can't get loose!" went on Laddie. "He's yelling like anything and he says I'd better come and tell you! He lassoed the calf but he can't get loose—I mean Russ can't get loose!"
"Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "I might have known something would happen!"