THE STRIPED CALF
Bunny Brown was so surprised at seeing the rubber doll and string slip
back with a splash into the well, that, for a moment, he did not know
what to do or say. He just stood leaning over, and looking down, as
though that would bring the doll back.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Sue again. "Oh, Bunny!"
"I--I didn't mean to!" pleaded Bunny sadly enough.
"But I'll never get her back again!" went on Sue. "Oh, my lovely rubber
doll!"
"Maybe--maybe she can swim up!" said Bunny.
"She--she can not!" Sue cried. "How can she swim up when there isn't any
water 'cept away down there in the bottom of the well?"
"If she was a circus doll she could climb up the bucket-rope, Sue."
"Yes, but she isn't a circus doll. Oh, dear!"
"And if I was a circus man, I could climb down the rope and get her!"
Bunny went on.
"Oh, don't you dare do that!" Sue fairly screamed. "If you do you'll
fall in and be drowned. Don't do it, Bunny!" and she clung to him with
all her might.
"I won't, Sue!" the little fellow promised. "But I can see your doll
down there, Sue. She's floating on top of the water--swimming, maybe, so
she isn't drowned.
"Oh, I know what let's do!" Bunny cried, after another look down the
well.
"What?" Sue wanted to know.
"Let's go tell grandpa. He'll get your doll up with the long-handled
rake."
"With the rake?" cried Sue.
"Yes. Don't you remember grandpa told us how once the bucket of the well
got loose from the rope, and fell into the water. He fished the bucket
up with the rake, tied to a long pole. He can do that to your doll."
"But he might stick her with the teeth of the rake," said Sue. She knew
the iron teeth of a rake were sharp, for once she had stepped on a rake
when Bunny had left it in the grass, after raking the lawn at home.
"Well, maybe grandpa can tangle the rake in the string around the doll,
and pull her up that way. It wouldn't hurt then."
"No," agreed Sue. "That wouldn't hurt."
"Then let's go tell grandpa," urged Bunny once more.
Leaving the doll to swim in the well as best she could, the two children
ran toward the house. They saw their grandpa coming from it, and at once
they began to cry:
"Oh, Grandpa, she fell in!"
"Come and get her out of the well!"
"Bring the long-handled rake, Grandpa!"
Grandpa was so surprised, at first, that he did nothing except stand
still and look at the children. Then he managed to ask:
"Who is it? What is it? What happened? Who fell down the well? Did Bunny
fall in? Did Sue?"
Then as he saw the two children themselves standing and looking at him,
Grandpa Brown knew nothing had happened to either of them.
"But who is in the well?" he asked.
"My rubber doll," answered Sue. "Bunny let the string slip when we gave
her a bath."
"But I didn't mean to," Bunny said. "I couldn't help it. But you can get
her out with the rake; can't you, Grandpa. Same as you did the bucket."
"Well, I guess maybe I can," Grandpa Brown answered. "I'll try anyhow.
And, after this, you children must keep away from the well."
"We will," promised Bunny.
The well bucket often came loose from the rope, and grandpa had several
times fished it up with the rake, which he tied to a long clothes-line
pole. In a few minutes he was ready to go to the well, with Bunny and
Sue. Grandpa Brown carried the rake, and, reaching the well, he looked
down in it.
"I don't see your doll, Sue," he said.
"Oh, then she's drowned! Oh, dear!"
"But I see a string," went on Grandpa Brown. "Perhaps the string is
still fast to the doll. I'll wind the string around the end of the rake,
and pull it up. Maybe then I'll pull up the doll too."
And that is just what grandpa did. Up and up he lifted the long-handled
rake. Around the teeth was tangled the end of the string. Carefully,
very carefully, Grandpa Brown took hold of the string and pulled.
"Is she coming up, Grandpa?" asked Sue anxiously.
"I think she is," said grandpa slowly. "There is something on the end of
the string, anyhow. But maybe it's a fish."
Grandpa smiled, and then the children knew he was making fun.
"Oh, dear!" said Sue. "I hope my doll hasn't turned into a goldfish."
But nothing like that had happened. Up came the rubber doll, safely, on
the end of the string. Water ran from the round hole in the doll's
back--the hole that was a sort of whistle, which made a funny noise when
Sue squeezed her doll, as she did when "loving" her.
"There you are! Your doll's all right," said Grandpa Brown. "Now you
children must not come near the well again. When you want to give your
doll a bath, Sue, dangle her in the brook, where it isn't deep. And if
you put a cork in the hole in her back, she won't get full of water and
sink."
"That's so," said Bunny Brown. "The water leaked in through that hole.
We'll stop it up next time, Sue."
"Oh, no!" Sue cried. "That hole is where she breathes. But I'll only
wash her in a basin after this, so she can't get drowned."
It was now time for bread and jam, and Sue and Bunny were soon eating it
on the shady back porch. Mother Brown told them, just as their grandpa
had done, to keep away from the well, and they said they would.
Bunny and Sue then went wading in the brook until dinner time. And then
they had a little sleep in the hammocks in the shade, under the apple
tree.
"What shall we do now, Bunny!" asked Sue when she awoke from her little
nap, and saw her brother looking over at her from his hammock. Sue
always wanted to be doing something, and so did Bunny. "What can we do?"
asked the little brown-eyed girl.
"Let's go out to the barn again," said Bunny. "Maybe Bunker Blue, or
Ben, is out there now, making some more circus things."
But when Bunny and Sue reached the place where they were going to have
their show in a few weeks, they saw neither of the big boys. They did
see something that interested them, though.
This was the hired man who, with a big pot of green paint, was painting
the wheelbarrow.
"Hello, Henry!" exclaimed Bunny to the man, who was working in the shade
at one side of the barn.
"Hello, Bunny!" answered Henry. "How are you this afternoon?"
"Good. How is yourself?"
"Oh, fine."
Henry went on putting green paint on the wheelbarrow. Then Bunny said:
"I couldn't do that; could I, Henry? I mean you wouldn't let me paint;
would you?"
"No, Bunny. I'm afraid not. You'd get it all over your clothes. I
couldn't let you."
"I--I thought you couldn't," returned Bunny with a sigh. "But I just
asked, you know, Henry."
"Yes," said the hired man with a smile. "I know. But you'd better go
off and play somewhere else."
It was more fun, though, for Bunny Brown and his sister Sue to watch
Henry paint, and they stood there for some time. Finally the hired man
stopped painting.
"Guess I'll go and get a drink of water," he said, putting the brush in
the pot of green paint. "Now don't touch the wheelbarrow."
"We won't!" promised Bunny and Sue.
Just then, inside the barn, there sounded a loud:
"Baa-a-a-a-a!"
"What's that, Bunny?" asked Sue.
"One of the new little calves. Want to see them?"
Of course Sue did, and soon she and Bunny were petting one of the
calves. They were in little pens, by themselves, near the mother cows,
and the children could reach over the sides of the pens, inside the
barn, and pat the little animals.
All at once Bunny cried:
"Oh, Sue. I know what we can do!"
"What?" she asked.
"We can stripe a calf green, with the green paint, and we'll have a
zebra for our circus."
"What's a zebra?" Sue wanted to know.
"It's a striped horse. They have 'em in all circuses. We'll make one for
ours."
"Does zebras have green stripes, Bunny?"
"I don't know. But green paint is all we have, so we'll use that. A
green striped zebra would be pretty, I think."
"So do I, Bunny. But Henry told us not to touch the paint."
"No, he didn't, Sue. He only told us to keep away from the wheelbarrow,
and I am. I won't go near it. But we'll get the pot of paint, and stripe
the calf green."
"All right," agreed Sue. "I'll hold the paint-pot, and you can dip your
brush in."
Not meaning to do anything wrong, of course, Bunny and Sue hurried to
get the pot of paint. Henry had not come back. Leaning over the edge of
the calf's pen, Bunny dipped the brush in the paint, and began striping
the baby cow.
"Baa-a-a-a-a!" went the little animal, and the old cow went: "Moo!"