"I guess we've had enough fun in the barn," said Nan. "I don't want to
play here any more."

"I guess we'll have to put back the hay we knocked down," said Bert.
That was one of the Bobbsey rules--to put things back the way they had
been at first, after their play was done.

"Yes, we must put the hay up in the mow again," agreed Nan. "Daddy
wouldn't like to have us leave it on the floor. I'll help you, Bert,
'cause I helped knock it down."

Dinah led the two younger twins off to the kitchen, with a promise of a
molasses cookie each and a further promise to Freddie that she would
take out of his clothes whatever it was tickling his back--a hay-bug or
some of the dried wisps of grass.

Bert and Nan had not long been working at stacking the hay back in place
before Sam came in. He had heard what had happened from Dinah, his wife,
and he said, most kindly:

"Run along an' play, Bert an' Nan! I'll put back de hay fo' yo' all.
'Tain't much, an' it won't take me long."

"Thank you, Sam!" said Bert. "It's more fun playing outdoors to-day than
stacking hay in a barn."

"Are you very sure you don't mind doing it, Sam?" asked Nan, for she
wanted to "play fair."