e same as any other horse!
You mustn't always try to guess the hardest answers to riddles, Laddie.
Try the easy ones first!"
And then, amid laughter, Mr. Bunker started back to the office.
"Have you found that red-haired tramp yet, Daddy?" asked Russ. "And did
you get back your papers?"
"No, Russ, not yet. And I don't believe I ever shall."
"Maybe I could find him if you'd let me come down to your office," went
on the little boy.
"Well, thank you, but I don't believe you could," said Mr. Bunker. "You'd
better stay here and help your mother pack, ready to go to Grandma
Bell's."
Out in the shady side yard some of the little Bunkers were playing
different games. Mun and Margy were making sand pies, turning them out of
clam shells on to a shingle, and letting them dry in the sun. Mun's red
balloon floated in the air over the heads of the children, the string tied
fast to a peg Russ had driven into the ground.
Russ, after having done this kindness for his little brother, began to
whistle a merry tune and at the same time started to nail together a box
in which he said he was going to take some of his toys to Grandma Bell's.
Rose had taken her doll and was sitting under a tree, making a new dress
for her toy, and Laddie and Vi had gone down to the little brook which
bubbled along at the bottom of the green meadow, which was not far from
the house. This brook was not very deep or wide. It flowed into Rainbow
River, and was a safe place for the children to play.
Laddie and Vi had taken off their shoes and stockings before going down to
paddle in the water, and after a while Russ, stopping in his work of
hammering the box to look for more nails, heard Laddie calling out in a
loud voice:
"Oh, Vi! what made the boat sink? What made the boat sink?"
At the same time Vi gave a loud shriek.
Russ dropped his hammer and started to run toward the brook.
"What's the matter?" called his mother, who saw him running.
"I don't just know," answered Russ, over his shoulder, "but
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Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.