As the boys stood beside the hole half filled with water, and as William was at the faucet, ready to turn it off, a loud barking was heard, and into the garden came racing a little dog, chased by big Alexis, who was barking loudly.
"Oh, look!" cried Russ.
And then something else happened.
CHAPTER X
ROSE MAKES AN AIRSHIP
The little dog that Alexis was racing after must have thought the puddle of water Russ and Laddie had made would be a good place in which to hide. For right into it he ran, and he splattered some of the muddy water over the two boys, who stood near the hole they had dug. William was over at the garage, turning off the faucet, so he did not get wet this time. And it was a good thing, too, as he was quite wet enough already.
The little dog kept on paddling in the puddle, but big Alexis did not stop when he came to the edge. With a loud bark, in he jumped, and as he was almost as big as a small Shetland pony you can easily imagine what a big splash he made.
"Oh! Oh!" 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 gra.s.s, 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 see if any one had advertised for a lost pocketbook with sixty-five dollars in it.
But no one had.
And to make sure of finding the owner Mr. Bunker put an advertis.e.m.e.nt in himself, stating that such a purse had been found, and offering to give it to the real owner.
But no one came to claim it. The shabby wallet, with the roll of bills and the sad little letter, was locked in Aunt Jo"s safe, waiting for the owner to come. But no one came.
"And can I keep the money?" asked Rose, who inquired, each day, whether any one had yet come for it.
"We"ll see," promised her mother.
"I"d like to have the money to spend," went on Rose.
"Oh, my dear! What would you spend so much money for?" asked Aunt Jo.
"I"d buy a lot of circus balloons," answered Rose. "I know a store, about two blocks down the street, that sells "em. And I want some."
"Oh, well, if you only want money for a toy balloon I"ll give you that,"
said her mother.
"May I have one, too?" asked Vi.
"And me?" added Margy.
"And me?" said Mun Bun. "What is it?"
He always wanted what the others had, whether or not he knew what it was.
"Let"s all get one!" exclaimed Russ, who seemed to have an idea. "Let"s all get a balloon, and then we can tie strings to "em and see which one goes the highest."
"We can have a race!" suggested Laddie.
"That"s right!" agreed Russ. "We"ll have a race."
Thinking this would be harmless fun for the children, Mrs. Bunker gave them money enough so each one could buy a good ten-cent toy balloon, for Rose wanted that kind.
"The tenners are bigger than the fivers," she said, "and they go higher and last longer."
With shouts of glee and laughter the six little Bunkers went down the street to get the toy balloons. It was not far, and their mother knew they would not get lost.
"I"m afraid the children aren"t having as much fun here at my house in Boston as they had at Grandma Bell"s," said Aunt Jo, as the youngsters went down the street after the balloons.
"Oh, they are indeed!" said Mother Bunker. "They always have a good time, wherever they go. Don"t worry about them."