“We thought you were lost!” David frowned at him severely.
“Well, I wasn’t,” retorted Sunny Boy briefly. “I was watching ducks. Jimmie, do they sleep in water?”
“What, ducks?” said Jimmie. “Oh, no, they sleep under their mother just like chickens at night, some place where it is warm and dry. Your grandmother will be glad you found this duck—she’s missed her for two days. Guess she never thought of looking in the dairy.”
This part of the barn had been used for the cows, you see, years before, when Sunny’s father was a little boy and a big herd of fine cows were kept at Brookside. Now Mrs. Butterball and Butterette were the only cows, and they lived in a box stall near Peter and Paul.
CHAPTER XII
APPLE PIES
Sunny Boy continued to look at the ducks till David could stand it no longer.
“What happened to you?” he asked, jogging Sunny’s elbow to make him look at him. “How’d you get down here?”