"I guess he would like to bite us," said the little girl, keeping well
away from the fence herself.

"That's 'cause he must be hungry," said Mun Bun with confidence. "You
see, he hasn't got anything but grass to eat. I guess they forgot to
feed him and it makes him mad."

"That is too bad. He is a real pretty bird," agreed Margy. "Wonder if we
could feed him?"

"We can ask that nice cook for bwead," said Mun Bun doubtfully.

"They don't feed gooseys bread, I guess," objected the little girl.

"What do they feed 'em?"

"I guess corn--or oats."

"Let's go and get some," said Mun Bun promptly, and he backed away from
the fence, still keeping his gaze fixed on the threatening gander.

They both knew where the feed was kept, for they had watched the colored
man feed the stock. So they went across to the stables. And nobody saw
them enter the feed room.

As usual it did not trouble Margy and Mun Bun that they had not asked
permission to feed the geese. What they had not been literally forbidden
to do the little folks considered all right. It was true that they were
great ones for exploring and experimenting. That is how they managed to