"Oh, is the ram dangerous?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, quickly.
"Oh, no!" her brother-in-law informed her. "His horns are so curved
that he can't use the sharp points, but he just does love to come up
behind and butt you down. He did it to me the other day. But I keep
the ram in a pasture by himself."
The wagon rolled along the shady road, under the green trees, which
made a grateful shade, for it was hot even though it was late in the
afternoon.
"Oh, there is Tom Mason!" cried Bert, as he saw a country boy he had
met when on a visit to Meadow Brook some time before. He waved his
hand to Tom who was in his front yard, his house not being far from
Mr. Bobbsey's.
"And there's Mabel Herold!" added Nan, as she saw a country girl she
knew. "My, how she has grown!" Nan went on. "She didn't use to be up
to my shoulder, and now she is taller than I am."
"Oh, the country is a great place for growing," Uncle Daniel said,
with a chuckle.
"Mabel and Tom have been counting on your coming," said Harry. "I told
them we expected you. We'll have some fine times together!"
"I'm sure of it," agreed Bert.
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