get into so much mischief.

In this matter, however, it did not seem as though Margy and Mun Bun
could really get into much trouble. They got a little dish and filled it
with corn and trotted back to the goose pen. This time the gander did
not charge Mun Bun. But the whole flock was down the slope by the water
and the little folks had to walk that way along the edge of the fenced
lot.

They came to a place where a panel of the fence was crooked. It had been
broken, in fact, and it was much easier to push it aside than not. Why!
when Mun Bun leaned against it the strip of fence fell right over on to
the grass of the goose yard.

"Now see what you've done, Mun Bun!" exclaimed Margy.

"Why--oh--I didn't mean to," sputtered Mun Bun.

"What do you s'pose Mr. Armatage will say?"

"He won't say anything," said Mun Bun briskly. "For he won't see it. And
now, Margy, we can throw the corn to those gooseys and ganders much
better. See!"

He grabbed a handful of shelled corn out of the dish and scattered it as
far as he could toward the flock. At once the gray birds became
interested. They stretched their long necks and the big gander uttered a
questioning "honk!"

"It's corn--it's real corn!" cried Mun Bun. "Don't be afraid,