down there, Sue. She's floating on top of the water--swimming, maybe, so
she isn't drowned.

"Oh, I know what let's do!" Bunny cried, after another look down the
well.

"What?" Sue wanted to know.

"Let's go tell grandpa. He'll get your doll up with the long-handled
rake."

"With the rake?" cried Sue.

"Yes. Don't you remember grandpa told us how once the bucket of the well
got loose from the rope, and fell into the water. He fished the bucket
up with the rake, tied to a long pole. He can do that to your doll."

"But he might stick her with the teeth of the rake," said Sue. She knew
the iron teeth of a rake were sharp, for once she had stepped on a rake
when Bunny had left it in the grass, after raking the lawn at home.

"Well, maybe grandpa can tangle the rake in the string around the doll,
and pull her up that way. It wouldn't hurt then."

"No," agreed Sue. "That wouldn't hurt."

"Then let's go tell grandpa," urged Bunny once more.

Leaving the doll to swim in the well as best she could, the two children
ran toward the house. They saw their grandpa coming from it, and at once