Silently he
watched the smooth waters glide down like some ribbon, and then, turning
to his father, he asked:
"Is this all they do?"
"All what does?" inquired Mr. Brown, not quite understanding.
"All the waterfall does. Does it just keep falling?"
"All day and all night, day after day and night after night, forever and
forever," said Mr. Brown, for really the waterfall was a marvelous
sight.
"Then I've seen enough," said Bunny, turning away. "If they've been
doing this a long while, and will do it all next week, I can look at 'em
then. Now I want to go out in a boat. I saw one as we came through the
picnic grounds. I've had enough of waterfalls."
Mr. and Mrs. Brown and Uncle Tad looked at one another. But they said
nothing. Bunny started down the hill again, toward the lake, Sue
following with her Teddy bear.
"Bunny surely will never make a poet," chuckled his mother.
"Oh, well, perhaps there are enough poets in the world now," said Mr.
Brown with a laugh.
Bunny and Sue were first at the place where the boat was kept. There
were several of them, and Mr. Jason had said that picnic parties used
them. The lake was not deep, he had added, and was very safe, for any
one who knew anything about boats.
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