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Bobo, just as soon as he could, went into his house and smelled all around and finally lay down, his muzzle sticking out of the door. "He looks unhappy," Rose said. "I guess he thought he wasn't going to have any home at all when he saw you two in there with the rubber plant." "It was a good Christmas tree," was Margy's only reply to this.
The two youngest children had awakened while Grandpa Ford was telling about the ghost at Great Hedge. Of course they did not hear about it, nor did Rose and Russ. "I have a popgun, and it shoots a cork," explained Mun Bun, as he held up what he had aimed at Margy's doll. "It didn't hurt, 'cause it only shoots a cork," he said.
For a moment there was no answer to the cry Rose gave when she saw her sister disappear from sight. The other children, frightened by Rose's scream, gathered about. "What's the matter?" asked Russ, who was whirling one of the spinning wheels, while Laddie spun the other. "Margy's gone!" exclaimed Rose. "She's gone, and maybe " "Where'd she go?" asked Russ. "Come on, Laddie, we'll find her."
Here comes the boy now. You must give it back." "Oh, let him keep it," said Grandpa Ford. "I'll buy it for him. We may want to shoot the snow man," he said with a laugh. So Mun Bun got his popgun after all, though, of course, he did not do right in taking it from the train boy's basket. Nor was it quite right, I suppose, to shoot Margy's doll. But Mun Bun was a very little boy.
Margy's corn went spinning about her and the geese fairly scrambled over the two crying children to get at the corn. Perhaps this helped Mun Bun and his sister some, although they did not think so at the moment. At least, while his family scrambled for the grains of corn the gander could not get at the brother and sister to strike them. And then great Bobo appeared.
Go on back, Bunko!" called Grandma Bell to the ram, Bunko was his name. "Go on back!" But Bunko evidently did not want to go back. He bleated some more, stamped his feet, and shook his head. Margy's red coat was almost all covered now by her grandmother's big apron that she wore when she want to pick wild strawberries. But still the ram came on. "Go on, Mother!" called Mrs. Bunker to Grandma Bell.
It was toward one of these islands that Margy and Mun Bun were wading. They had seen it from the shore and it looked to be a good place to play. There was a big, almost round, spot of white sand, and all about it was shallow water, sparkling in the sun. The deepest water between the shore and the island was half way up to Margy's knees, and that, as I think you will admit, was not deep at all.
"You come in here. We have some coats and things you can put on so you won't be cold." "Ma goodness!" murmured the boy, staring at the garments the children held out to him. "You can wear 'em," said Margy. "We have more." "You put on my coat," urged Mun Bun. "It's a boy's coat. You won't want Margy's, for she's a girl."
Indeed the water was almost up to Margy's knees now, and she had gone only a few steps away from the shore of the island. "Let me try it," said her brother. "I'm bigger than you." He wasn't, though he liked to think so, for Margy was a year older. But I guess Mun Bun was like most boys; he liked to think himself larger than he was.
"I am looking for my little girl," explained Mr. Bunker. "She crawled under there under your stand after a kitten." And just then could be heard a loud: "Mew! Mew! Mew!" "Oh, she's caught it! Margy's caught the kittie," cried Mun Bun. "I can hear him holler." Certainly something seemed to have happened to the kitten, for it was mewing very loudly. Mr.
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