Six Little Bunkers at Uncle Freds | Page 3

stairs that led to the third story of the Bunker house.
Then a boy's voice called:
"What are you doing?"
"Riding on a scooter Russ made," answered Violet. "Oh, it's lots of fun! Come on, Laddie!"
Laddie was Violet's twin brother, and he had the same kind of curly hair and gray eyes as had his sister.
"Did you make that?" asked Laddie of Russ.
"Sure."
"Will it hold me?"
"Sure. It'll hold me. I had a ride on it."
"Say, that's great!" cried Laddie. "We can have lots of fun on that! I'm glad I came up."
"Well, come all the way up, and stand out of the way!" ordered Russ. "The train's going to start. Toot! Toot! All aboard!"
Laddie hurried up the last few steps and took his place in a corner, out of the way of the scooter with Mun Bun on it. A girl with light, fluffy hair, and bright, smiling eyes, followed him. She was a year younger than Russ, who was eight years old.
"Oh, Rose!" cried Violet, as she saw her older sister. "We're having such fun!"
"You can have a ride, too, Rose! Can't she?" asked Mun Bun of Russ. "Go on, push me!"
"Yes, we'll all take turns having rides," said Russ. "If I could find another roller skate I'd make another scooter, and then we could have races."
"If we had two we could make believe they were two trains, and have 'em bump into each other and have collisions and all that!" cried Laddie. "That'll be fun! Come on, let's do it!"
"We'll have to get another board and another skate," said Russ. "We'll look after a while. Now I'm going to give Mun Bun a ride."
He shoved the scooter across the floor of the attic. Mun Bun kept tight hold with his chubby hands of the edges of the board, in the middle of which he sat, between the two pieces of roller skate that made wheels for the scooter.
"Hi! Yi!" yelled Mun Bun. "This is fun!"
"Now it's my turn!" exclaimed Margy. "Get off, Mun Bun."
"I have to have a ride back! I've got to have a ride back!" he cried. "Russ said he'd ride me across the attic and back again! Didn't you, Russ?"
"Yes, that's what I did. Well, here we go back."
He had pushed Mun Bun to the far side of the attic, and was pushing the little fellow back again, when Laddie cried:
"Oh, I know a better way than that."
"For what?" asked Russ.
"For having rides," went on Laddie. "We can make a hill and let the scooter slide downhill. Then you won't have to push anybody."
"How can you make a hill?" asked Russ.
"Out of mother's ironing-board," was the answer. "It's down in the kitchen. I'll get it. Don't you know how we used to put it up on a chair and then slide down on the ironing-board?"
"Oh, I remember!" cried Rose.
"Then we can do that," went on Laddie. "It'll be packs of fun!"
"Well, you get the ironing-board," said Russ.
"I'll help," offered Violet. "I'll help you get the board, Laddie."
"All right, come on," he called, and the two children started down the attic stairs.
While he was waiting for them to come back Russ gave Margy and Rose each a ride on the scooter. It really went very well over the smooth floor of the attic, for the roller-skate wheels turned very easily, even if they did get crooked now and then because the strings with which they were tied on, slipped.
Up the stairs, bumpity bump, came Laddie and Vi with the ironing-board.
"Mother wasn't there, and I didn't see Norah, so I just took the board," said Laddie. "Now we'll put one end on a box and the other end on the floor, and we'll have a hill. Then we can ride the scooter downhill just like we rode our sleds at Grandpa Ford's."
"Yes, I guess we can," said Russ.
There were several boxes in the attic, and some of these were dragged to one end. On them one end of the ironing-board was raised, so that it sloped down like a hill. Of course it was not a very big one, but then the Bunkers were not very large children, nor was the scooter Russ had made very long. By squeezing them on, it would hold two children.
"Who's going down first?" asked Russ, as he and Laddie fixed the ironing-board hill in place, and wheeled the scooter over to it.
"I will!" exclaimed Mun Bun. "I like to ride."
"You'd better let us try first," said Laddie. "It might go so fast it would knock into something."
"I'll go down!" decided Russ. "It's my scooter, because I made it; and so I'll go down first."
"But I made the hill!" objected Laddie. "It's my hill."
"Then why don't both of you go down together?" asked Rose. "If it will hold you two boys it will be all