Indeed all the boys
tried to get near Bob, and when he turned the horse's head toward the
farmhouse, there were boys on every side of him.
"Same horse, same wagon," said Bob. "Only difference is the weather.
Feel how warm that sun is?"
"Where we going?" asked Carleton Marsh.
"Down to the house, first, to pick up Father," replied Bob. "He is
going to tinker up and whitewash some of the fences this morning. And
Ma said she wanted to say 'hello' to you all. I thought you'd like to
play down along the brook, and I can drive you there, because Father
wants to work on the pasture fence."
Mrs. Parkney came out, followed by the Parkney children, when she heard
Bob driving up to the farmhouse door. The road was so soft and muddy
that she couldn't hear the horse's feet or the wagon wheels, but she
could hear eight boys talking and laughing. That made a noise that
could be heard some distance away.
"Now mind," said Mrs. Parkney, when she had spoken to the boys and her
husband had come out with his tools and two buckets of whitewash and
climbed into the wagon with them. "Mind! If you eat your lunch up
before noon, or get hungry any time, you come up to the house and I'll
fix you something good. And stop in anyway before you go home and have
some milk to drink. Mud, Sunny Boy? Why, bless your heart, dear, a
little mud is nothing. I wouldn't know spring had come to stay if I
didn't see some mud tracked in.
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