I could ask him what he
meant."
"Oh, I do hope none of the children will try to get it out!" cried Mrs.
Bunker.
Then Grandma Bell and Mother Bunker ran down to the well. There they saw
Mr. Bunker with the long-handled rake fishing down in the round hole, at
the bottom of which was deep water.
"What has happened?" demanded Mrs. Bunker.
"It's all right--don't be frightened," her husband told her, as he looked
around. "It's only a doll that has fallen into the well. I'm trying to get
it out with the rake."
"Only a doll--that isn't so bad," said Mrs. Bunker. "Whose doll is it?"
"Mine," answered Rose. She and the other children now stood about the well
house. "Margy took it, Russ says, and dropped it into the water."
"I was givin' the dollie a bath," Margy explained. "The other dolls had a
ride on Laddie's boat, and they felled in the water and had a nice swim,
but this doll didn't have any and I was givin' her one."
"Oh, but you shouldn't have done that without asking mother," said Mrs.
Bunker. "And besides, I've told you to keep away from the well. You might
fall in."
"Oh, I didn't go very near," said Margy. "I--I just throwed the dollie in.
I stood 'way back and I throwed her in 'cause I wanted her to have a swim
like the other dolls."
"Can you get it out?" asked Mrs. Bunker.
"I think so," answered her husband. "The doll is caught on one of the
buckets, halfway down the well. I sent Russ up to get the rake, for I'm
afraid If I pull up the bucket the doll will drop off and fall to the
bottom of the well."
All watched Daddy fishing for the doll. The rake was not quite long
enough, but by fastening a stick onto the handle it could be reached down
far enough so the iron teeth caught in the doll's dress, and up she came.
"Why--why!" exclaimed Margy, "she isn't wet at all."
"No," said Daddy Bunker, "she didn't get down to the water. If she had I
don't believe I could have gotten her up, as the well is very deep. But
don't do it again, Margy."
Rose took the
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.