"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Brown quickly. "They haven't fallen in, I
hope!"
"Well, they're _in_ all the same!" chuckled Uncle Tad. "Bunny has his
knickerbockers rolled up as high as they'll go, and if Sue's clothes
aren't wet I'm mistaken!"
For by this time, liking the fun so much, Bunny and Sue had waded out
where the water was deeper, and their clothes had become splashed by the
little waves they made as they moved along.
"Oh, dear! Such tykes!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "Well, it isn't too cool
for wading, though it is for swimming. But I must get them dry if we are
to go to the waterfall."
Mrs. Brown had brought some old towels along, for she knew what might
happen when the children were going to play near a lake, and while Bunny
and Sue were being told that they should have first asked whether or not
they could go in wading, they were drying their pink toes on towels and
getting ready to put on their shoes and stockings again.
"But we didn't think _wading_ was as bad as _swimming_," said Bunny as
he rubbed some sand off his fat legs.
"It isn't _exactly_," his mother answered. "But this time it was
_nearly_ as bad. But never mind. Come on and we'll see the waterfall.
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