Part 12 (1/2)

”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 gra.s.s, 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.