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 doll, whose dress had been torn a little by the rake.

"I'll make believe she's had a terrible time and been sick," said the
little girl, "and I'll give her bread pills."

The rake was carried back to the kitchen garden, Daddy Bunker put on his
coat, which he had taken off to get the doll up from the well, and then
Grandma Bell brought some pails and baskets from the kitchen.

"What are we going to do?" asked Russ.

"We are going after berries," his mother told him.

"Strawberries?" cried Laddie.

"Not this time," said Grandma Bell. "This time we are going to gather
huckleberries."

"Then you must be going to bake huckleberry pies!" exclaimed Daddy Bunker.

"Well, I'll bake some if the children don't eat more berries than they put
in the pails and baskets," said Grandma Bell, with a funny twinkle in her
eyes.

"We won't eat very many," promised Russ. "We'll pick a lot of berries for
the pies, won't we, Laddie?"

"Sure we will!"

Off to the place where the huckleberries grew went the six little Bunkers,
with their mother and their grandmother.

"And I'm coming, too," said Daddy Bunker