ened--or maybe just cross because she was not getting the
ride she expected. She screamed. Laddie couldn't understand why the boat
sank, and called out to know. That was when Russ heard them.

"But you're all right now," said Mrs. Bunker. "And it's so warm to-day
that wading in the brook won't hurt you. Only don't upset and fall in. I
don't believe you can ride in your boat, Laddie. It won't float when it
leaks so much."

"'Course not," said Russ, who knew something about boats. "You got to
stuff up all the cracks and holes with putty, Laddie."

"All right; I'll do that," said the little fellow. "I like a boat. I'll
give you a nice ride, Vi, a real long one, after I stuff up the holes."

"No, I guess I don't want to ride in the boat any more," said the little
girl, who was wading in the shallow water near shore, "This is more fun."

"Well, I'll go in the boat myself," said Laddie, taking the box from his
brother. "Got any putty?" he asked.

"No. But maybe Jerry Simms has," answered Russ. "He was putting a new
window glass in the barn yesterday, and he had putty then."

Laddie ran off to beg some putty from the good-natured Jerry, and Vi,
after paddling about a little longer in the brook, went back to the house
with her mother and Norah.

"I guess I'll make me a boat, too," decided Russ. "I can fix the box for
my things to-morrow."

He went to the barn with Laddie, and soon the two boys were building
"boats" out of soap boxes, stuffing the cracks and holes with putty which
Jerry gave them.

Then they went down to the brook and floated the boxes. They did not sink
so quickly as had the one with Vi in it, and Russ and Laddie had lots of
fun until supper time.

"I'm so tired I don't know what to do!" said Mrs. Bunker after supper.
"I've packed two trunks, and I've helped rescue Mun Bun from a balloon and
Vi from a sinking boat that wasn't a riddle after all." And the whole
family, including the six little Bunkers, laughed as they thought of the
queer things that had happened

Notka biograficzna

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.