"We can't go." Hal knew that, and, much as he wanted to see what was
going on, he would not disobey his father. Mab, too, would have liked to
run down where Daddy Blake and Mr. Porter were. "Bow-wow! Ki-yi!" barked
and howled Roly again, and then the children heard their father and his
friend, the man next door, laughing. "I guess Roly can't be hurt very
much or Daddy wouldn't laugh," said Mab. "I guess not," agreed Hal. "I
wish we could go see what it is." Just then their father came out from
among the tall lima beans. He had Roly in his arms, and the little
poodle dog was cuddled up as though he did not want to leave them. "Is
he hurt?" asked Mab. "A little," her father answered. "Where?" Hal
wanted to know. "On his tail. It was pinched a little in the mole trap,
where he was caught fast. But we got you out; didn't we Roly-Poly?"
"Bow-wow; Ki-yi!" yelped the poodle. "Was he in the mole trap?" asked
Hal. "And what is a mole trap?" asked Mab. "Well, I see I'll have to
tell you more about the garden," answered Daddy Blake with
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