And then great Bobo appeared. He bounded into the middle of the flock
and knocked them every-which-way with his great paws. He thrust his
muzzle under the hissing gander and sent him over on his back, where he
lay and flapped his webbed feet ridiculously. And he did not hiss any
more. He "honked" for help.
Mun Bun and Margy scarcely knew that they were saved until Bobo thrust
his cold, wet muzzle into first one face and then the other of the two
little Bunkers. They had become so used to Aunt Jo's great Dane doing
that that Bobo's affectionate act did not alarm them.
"The goosey-goosey-gander's gone, Margy!" stammered Mun Bun. "I told you
I wouldn't let him bite you."
Whether his sister was much impressed by this statement or not, is not
known. However that might be, she fondled Bobo and got upon her feet as
quickly as Mun Bun arose.
"Isn't he a good old dog?" cooed Margy.
"He's pretty good I think. But--but let's come away from that
goosey-goosey-gander."
Bobo gave a jump and a bark at the gander, and the latter, which had now
climbed to its webbed feet, scurried away, the flock following him. It
was then, while the two children were fondling Bobo, who liked to have
his long ears pulled by a gentle hand, that Russ and Rose Bunker came
upon the scene.
Russ and Rose had been down to the burned cabin and had brought away all
their letters to Sneezer Meiggs.
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