swing.

"Oh, we had fun," said Flossie.

"And I squirted water, out where the horse "drinks," added Freddie,

"I hope you didn't get wet!" exclaimed Nan. "If you did----"

"Well, I have on a dirty waist, so it won't hurt me any if I am wet,"
said Freddie calmly. "I want to swing like that, Bert," he added. "Give
me a swing!"

"After I've had my turn I'll give you and Flossie each one," promised
Nan. "Watch me, Bert!" she called.

Off the mow swung Nan, clinging to the swaying rope with both hands.

"Come on--let's both let go together and see who falls into the hay
first!" proposed Bert.

"All right!" agreed Nan.

"One, two, three!" cried Bert. "Ready! Let go!"

He and Nan let go of the ropes at the same time. Together they dropped
down to the hay--and then something happened! The two older Bobbsey
children jumped too near the edge of the mow, where the hay was piled in
a big roll, like a great feather bed bolster, over the top rail. And
Bert and Nan, in their drop, caused a big pile of hay--almost a
wagonload--to slip from the mow and down to the barn floor. And directly