Six Little Bunkers at Uncle Freds | Page 3

Bun.
"Wait until I put it straight," called Russ. "Then you can have a longer
ride."
He took the board, with the roller skate wheels on either end, to a far
corner of the attic. From there it could be pushed all the way across to
the other wall.
Just as Mun Bun was about to take his place, so that Russ could push

him across the attic floor, footsteps were heard coming up the 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