h shut in the geese and their strip of the branch, or
brook, and the grass plot which the geese had all to themselves.

"Goosey, goosey gander!" chanted Mun Bun, clinging to the top rail of
the fence and looking through the slats. "Which is ganders and which is
gooseys, Margy?"

As though in answer to his query one of the big birds, with a horny
crown on its head, stuck out its neck and ran at the little boy looking
through the fence. The bird hissed in a most hateful manner too.

"Oh, look out, Mun Bun!" cried his sister. "I guess that's a gander."

But Mun Bun, with a fence between him and the big bird, was as usual
very brave.

"I don't have to look out, Margy Bunker," he declared proudly. "I am
already out--so he can't get me. Anyway if he came after us I wouldn't
let him bite you."

"I guess he would like to bite us," said the little girl, keeping well
away from the fence herself.

"That's 'cause he must be hungry," said Mun Bun with confidence. "You
see, he hasn't got anything but grass to eat. I guess they forgot to
feed him and it makes him mad."

"That is too bad. He is a real pretty bird," agreed Margy. "Wonder if we
could feed him?"

"We can ask that nice cook for bwead," said Mun Bun doubtfully.

"They don't feed gooseys bread, I guess," objected the little girl.

"What do they feed 'em?"

"I guess corn--or oats."

"Let's go and get some," said Mun Bun promptly, and he backed away from
the fence, still keeping his gaze fixed on the threatening gander.

They both knew where the feed was kept, for they had watched the colored
man feed the stock. So they went across to the stables. And nobody saw
them enter the feed room.

As usual it did not trouble Margy and Mun Bun that they had not asked
permission to feed the geese. What they had not been literally forbidden
to do the little folks considered all right. It was true that they were
great ones for exploring and experimenting. That is how they managed to
get into so much mischief.

In this matter, however, it did not seem as though Margy and Mun Bun
could really get into much trouble. They got a little dish and filled it
with corn and trotted back to the goose pen. This time the gander did
not charge Mun Bun. But the whole flock was down the slope by the water
and the little folks had to walk that way along the edge of the fenced
lot.

They came to a place where a panel of the fence was crooked. It had been
broken, in fact, and it was much