"
"But don't try any funny stunts, like wading in the brook," said Bob.
"That water has more current than you'd expect, and it might knock you
down easily. And it isn't warm enough yet to make a cold bath
pleasant."
Sunny Boy had been thinking that it would be fun to wade into the brook
and see how near the water came to the top of his rubber boots. But he
didn't want to be knocked down and perhaps hit with a piece of the ice,
so he wisely decided to follow Bob's advice and stay on shore.
The boys walked beside the brook, following its twists and turnings and
climbing the fences that stood in their way, till they came to a large
clump of willow trees, loaded down with pussy willows.
"Let's pick them for Miss Davis," suggested Sunny Boy.
"But then we'll have to carry them all day," said Perry.
"No we won't. We can take them back and leave them in the wagon," said
Sunny Boy. "And then we'll eat lunch and walk the other way. I don't
think there is much fun around here."
Nelson Baker had a pocket knife, so he cut the pussy willows and the
boys carried a large bunch back to the tree where Bob had tied the
horse and wagon. But the horse was gone, and, of course, the wagon,
when they reached the tree, and neither Bob or Mr. Parkney was in sight.
"They've gone home to eat their dinner," said Sunny Boy. "Let's leave
the pussy willows under this tree. Mr. Parkney said he would be back
by half-past one, you know.
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