Twaddles tumbled to his knees, and Bobby stood up, but poor Dot lost her shaky balance and fell into the barrel with her dress and the handkerchief.
"There, there, sister, you're not hurt," soothed Jud, as he pulled the dripping child out and stood her on the grass. "For mercy's sake don't yell like that. Miss Polly will think you're killed!"
Dot was frightened and wet, and she had no intention of smiling at such misfortune. She cried so loud that Aunt Polly heard her and came running down to the barn, Meg running behind her.
"Why, Baby!" Aunt Polly was surprised to see streams of water running off her small niece, and at first she did not notice that Dot had no dress on.
"Where's your dress?" demanded Meg.
Aunt Polly picked up Dot, wet as she was, and started back to the house. Meg followed to help find clean dry clothes.
Jud looked at Twaddles and Bobby queerly. "Just what were you doing?" he asked in a dif-
