ater and it won't hurt if it tips over with two rubber dolls on."

So Rose got her other doll, and then the children had fun sailing the boat
with two make-believe passengers, who did not mind how wet they got. If
the boat didn't tip over of itself, Russ or Laddie made it, just to see
the dolls go splashing into the water.

The children played at this game for some time, and then Jane called them
to come to lunch. At the table Laddie and Russ told about taking sugar to
the sheep, and how the ram chased them.

"You mustn't do it again," their father said. "Not only that it isn't good
to waste sugar by giving it to the sheep, but the old ram might hurt you.
Don't do it again."

The boys promised they wouldn't, and then Rose and Vi told of their fun
with the rubber dolls and the boat.

In the afternoon, when Mrs. Bunker and Grandma Bell were getting ready to
go for a walk with the children, Russ came running up to the house, from
down near the barn, crying:

"Oh, Rose! Margy took your rubber doll, and now she's down in the well!
She's down in the well!"

"Oh, mercy sakes!" cried Grandma Bell, who heard what Russ said. "Is Margy
in the well or the doll?"

But Russ didn't stop to answer. Back toward the well he ran, as fast as he
could go, having picked up the rake near the fence of the kitchen garden.

CHAPTER XX

THE DOG-CART

Mrs. Bunker saw Grandma Bell hurrying down toward the barn, halfway
between which and the house, was the well, and at once the children's
mother began to fear that something was wrong.

"Has anything happened?" asked Mrs. Bunker.

"I'm afraid there has," answered Grandma Bell. "Russ came running up to
the house, and said something about a doll having fallen into the well.
Then he grabbed up the rake and ran back before 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