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Now Little Joe is good-natured and full of fun as a rule, and after he had reached home and his temper had cooled off a little, he began to see the joke on himself, how when he had worked so hard to frighten the fish in the little pools of the Laughing Brook so that Buster Bear should not catch any, he had all the time been driving them right into Buster's paws. By and by he grinned.
"Come, Uncle Squeaky, tune up and we will all dance around the Christmas tree and sing Buster's new song with right good will." The jolly old moon, peering through the one dusty window-pane, saw a frolicsome circle of mice join hands and dance around a little cedar tree.
Why, right in the middle of the biggest patch of the biggest blueberries he ever had seen in all his life! Now if there is any one thing that Buster Bear had rather have above another, it is all the berries he can eat, unless it be honey. Nothing can quite equal honey in Buster's mind. But next to honey give him berries. He isn't particular what kind of berries.
At that time he wasn't much bigger than Peter Rabbit, and he and his twin sister were as lively a pair of youngsters and as full of mischief as any Bears the Green Forest has ever seen. You might tell us, Buster, what you live on." Buster's eyes snapped. "I live on anything I can eat, and I can eat most everything.
"You'll be ill, if you're not careful," Buster buzzed right in the greedy boy's ear. But the youngster known as Bill only moved his head slightly. And to Buster's alarm he continued to bolt huge mouthfuls of everything within his reach. It was really a terrible sight.
Judith dismounted and pulled the reins over Buster's head. Then she ran up to put her hand on Doug's knee. "Doug! Doug! Where did he get you?" "Don't hold me back, Jude!" said Douglas thickly. "Tie me onto the Moose and leave me after him. I'm going to finish him, now." "You can't catch him. You're hurt too bad. Let me take you home, Doug." There was no reply for a moment.
I followed right along, knowing she'd have trouble with the headstall, and I declare if she wan't pattin' Buster's nose and talkin' to him, and when she put her little fingers into his mouth he opened it so fur I thought he'd swaller her, for sure. He jest smacked his lips over the bit as if 't was a lump o' sugar.
Now, Johnnie knew a good many things about the field and forest folk in Pleasant Valley. But he had always supposed that all bumblebees stung fiercely. And that was where he was mistaken. It was true that Buster's mother, the Queen, could sting when she wanted to. And all those hot-tempered workers who lived with her had stings just as hot as their tempers.
Ninian smiled rather grimly, answering: "Just at present, from the state of my poor muscles, I fancy I'd prefer a gait as slow as Buster's ordinary one. But if I stay the week out, I mean to learn a thing or two about that fine beast of mine." "A week or two! Why, you're to be here till after Christmas, anyway, and that's a fortnight off. I wish oh, I wish you would live here always!"
But ten feet from Judith he pulled up with a jerk and with stiffened fore legs slid to her side, and rubbed his great head against her shoulder. Judith threw her arm about his neck and hugged him, white teeth flashed at the grandstand, which rose to its feet and shouted. Judith raised her hand for quiet, then leaped to Buster's saddle without touching the stirrups.
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