"What's the matter, children? Why are you shouting so?" asked Mrs. Bunker, who had walked on a little way through the woods to get some flowers. "Can't you play more quietly? You're as bad as the cowboys!"
"We're hollering for Laddie, Mother!" explained Russ. "We can't find him."
"Can't find him?"
"No. I was blinding, 'cause I was it, and