cried Russ, as he felt the muddy water shower all over him.

In the puddle floundered Alexis after the smaller dog, and as the water
was not deep enough for Aunt Jo's Great Dane to swim in, he just ran
through it, really making more of a splash than if he had swum. And he
splashed a lot of muddy water over Russ and Laddie.

"Oh, look at me!" cried Laddie, as he glanced down at his suit, which
was speckled and checkered with wet and brown spots.

"I'm the same way," said Russ. "But I don't care! We couldn't help it,
and these are our old clothes, anyhow."

Just then the little dog scrambled out on the far side of the hole, and
Alexis, with a bark, sprang after him.

"Oh, stop him, William!" cried Laddie. "Stop him! Alexis will bite the
little dog all to pieces."

"No, he won't do that," replied the chauffeur. "The two dogs are good
friends. The little one lives down the street a way, and he and Alexis
often play together this way, and race all over the yard. But I never
saw 'em go into a mud-puddle before. Say, but you two youngsters are
sights! Look at the mud!"

He had shut off the water by this time, and come back to the hole.
Meanwhile Alexis was rolling on the grass, letting the little dog
pretend to bite his ears.

"The mud'll brush off," said Russ.

"These are our old clothes," added his brother.

"Well, that's a good thing," said the chauffeur. "We're all in the same
boat, I guess. But don't dig any more holes in the yard, and don't play
with the hose unless your aunt says you may. She may blame me as it is."

When Mrs. Bunker and Aunt Jo came home, the mud had pretty well dried on
the clothes of Russ and Laddie, and they did not look so dirty. But of
course they told what had happened.

"You must never do it again!" said their mother. "Don't make any more
fountains in Aunt Jo's yard."

"We won't," promised Laddie.

"Could we make one over in Mr. North's yard?" asked Russ. "Maybe he'd
like one."

"No, not over there, either," his mother said, trying not to laugh.

So that was how Russ made a fountain, and what happened afterward, and
for many a day he and Laddie had fun telling the other little Bunkers
what they had done.

As the summer days went by the children had lots of fun at Aunt Jo's.
They went downtown to see the sights of Boston, including Bunker Hill
monument, saw some nice moving-picture shows and went on excursions.

Meanwhile, Daddy Bunker and others had looked in the paper to