goosey-goosey-gander," and he shouted with laughter.

Margy threw a handful of corn too. At once the geese drew nearer. When
they reached the first kernels they began grabbing them up with that
strange shoveling motion with their bills that all geese and ducks make.
The children watched them with delight.

But as the geese waddled nearer the old gander began to wiggle his head
from side to side and to hiss softly. Margy and Mun Bun looked at each
other, and both drew back.

"I don't like that one much," said Margy. "Do you, Mun Bun?"

"I don't like him at all," confessed the little fellow. "I guess we'd
better go back. Maybe Mother will be wanting us."

Margy turned as quickly as he did. She had not thrown out all the corn,
but as she turned away a few kernels scattered from the dish. Instantly
the gander saw this. With a long hiss he started after the two children,
and many of his flock kept right behind their leader.

"Oh! Come quick, Mun Bun!" gasped Margy.

Mun Bun seized her hand. As they ran up the slope the corn scattered
from the dish. This was enough to keep the flock following. But the big
gander did not chase the little boy and girl because of the scattered
corn. He was really angry!

The chubby legs of Mun Bun and Margy looked good to that old gander. He
ran hissing after them and began to flap his wings. One stroke of one of