"Why, Russ getting the best of everything. Why is it?" muttered Laddie,
kicking a pebble before him in the path.
"If that's a riddle, I can't answer it," said Vi.
"It isn't any worse to ask riddles than it is to ask questions--so now."
The twins were not always in accord, of course; but they were seldom so
near to a quarrel as upon this morning. Perhaps, for one thing, the day
before, they had rather over-done and possibly had over-eaten. They were
on the verge of doing something that the Bunker children seldom
did--quarreling. Fortunately something suddenly attracted Laddie's
attention and he stopped kicking the pebble and pointed down the yard in
front of them.
"Oh, Vi! See that cunning thing! What is it?"
Something flashed across a green patch of grass away down by the road.
It was red, had small, sharp-pointed ears and nose and a bushy tail.
This tail waved quite importantly as the small animal ran.
"Come on!" cried Vi, taking the lead at once. She often did so, for
Laddie was slower than she. "Come on! Let's get it, Laddie."
Laddie, nothing loath, ran after his twin sister. They raced down the
hill and came to the little gully into which the animal with the bushy
tail had disappeared. The end of that gully was the open mouth of a
culvert under the road.
"Did he go in there?" Laddie demanded. "Did he go into that hole, Vi?"
"He must have," declared Violet.
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