the same," laughed Buster.

"Let's get a bouquet of pretty leaves," said Webbie. "Ma would like some
for her parlor."

[Illustration: They had good fun picking the brown nuts from the soft,
silky linings of the burrs.]

"There are lovely gold and scarlet leaves on that stone wall," said
Buster. "Let's climb and get them."

They were pulling eagerly at the sprays of bright leaves, when along
trotted Simon Skunk.

"Hi, there!" he shouted, "leave those leaves alone."

"Don't mind him," said Hopsy. "He is angry because we are getting the
pretty leaves."

"Hi! Those leaves are poison," warned Simon again.

"Do you s'pose they are poison?" asked Webbie Spider.

"I don't believe one word that Simon Skunk says," sputtered Buster. "Mr.
Giant had a vine like this growing on his piazza. Giants don't plant
poison vines."

By-and-by, they arrived at Gray Rock Bungalow laden with bags of
chestnuts, plenty of barberries for Granny's sauce, and the pretty autumn
leaves twined around their shoulders.