"Wh--where
am I?" she asked sleepily, seeing Don standing there.
"Where _are_ you?" cried Don merrily. "Why, on the farm, of course!
Don't you hear that old rooster telling you to get up? There he is,"
he added, pulling aside the curtain. "He is stretching himself, and
standing on his tiptoes. Grandpa says he's saying, 'Welcome to the farm,
Don and Joyce!' Do hurry and get up! We must go out and help Grandpa do
the milking."
Half an hour later, Grandma called two hungry children in to breakfast.
After that, they were busy and happy all the morning long. Joyce helped
Grandma to wash the dishes and tidy the house, and Don followed close
at Grandpa's heels as he did his morning's work about the farm. He felt
very grown-up indeed when a neighbor came by, and Grandpa told him he
had a "new hand."
After dinner, Grandma settled down for her afternoon's nap. Grandpa went
to help a neighbor with some work, and so the children were left alone.
They began to run races in the wide grassy space in front of the old
farm house.
But they made so much noise that soon Joyce said, "I'm afraid we will
wake Grandma, Don. We'd better be quiet."
"Let's go to the orchard," said Don.
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