Again came the voices of Mun Bun and Margy. “We’re in the dark! We’re in the dark!” wailed Margy, who did not like dark places. “An’ the hay tickles me, it does!” howled Mun Bun. “I don’t like the hay to tickle me! Vi! Vi! Come and get me!” Violet climbed up a little ladder that led from the floor of the barn to the top of the haymow. The ladder went all the way to the roof of the barn, for in winter the haymow was piled that full. But now there was only a little hay in the mow. It rose a few feet over the head of Adam as he stood on the barn floor, and Violet did not have to climb up many rungs of the ladder to see over the top of the pile of hay. “They aren’t here!” she called down to Adam. “I can’t see Margy or Mun Bun anywhere, but I can hear them. And I hear a hen cackling.” “I guess a hen has her nest up there,” said the hired man. “Maybe the hen bit Margy and Mun Bun,” suggested Violet. “I shouldn’t wonder but what she might peck at ’em if they tried to move her off her nest,” chuckled the hired man. “But she couldn’t hurt ’em much. Let me get up there, Violet. I think I can find Margy and Mun Bun.” Violet climbed up higher on the ladder until she could step off upon the soft, springing pile of hay. Adam North followed her, and then, going to one corner of the mow, the hired man called: “Here they are! I’ve found ’em!” “Where were they?” asked Vi. “Were they hiding?” “Well, sort of,” answered Adam, with a smile, as he reached down in the hay and lifted up first Margy and then Mun Bun. “But I guess they didn’t hide on purpose. They slipped down into the feed chute.” “What’s that?” asked Vi. “It’s the place where we push hay down to the horses in their stalls,” explained the hired man. “If you don’t know the feed chutes are here it’s easy to slip in ’em and fall down to the stalls.” “Oh, would you get killed?” asked Violet, with widely opened eyes. “No,” answered Adam. “All that would happen would be that you’d fall into the horse manger, and if the horse was there you might scare it a bit. But there aren’t any horses in the barn just now.” Mun Bun and Margy, both of whom had been crying, now stopped, and Violet looked at the place where they had been lost in the hay. At the rear of the mow were several long wooden places, like chimneys, made of smooth boards. Down these “chimneys,” or chutes, hay could be pushed, dropping into the mangers of the horses stabled below. Margy and Mun Bun had been running and sliding about on the pile of hay and, without knowing it, had come too near the feed chute. Into it they both slipped at the same time, carrying with them some wads of the dried grass. As both children slid into the upright chute at the same time, they became wedged fast, together with some hay, and this stopped them from sliding all the way down to the manger. And there they had remained, caught fast, until Adam pulled them out. “Are you hurt?” asked the hired man, as he helped the little ones down the ladder.