Six Little Bunkers at Uncle Freds | Page 2

curling hair and dark eyes, as she leaned over in front of her older
brother, the better to see what he was doing. "I rided nice, didn't I, and I
didn't break anything?"
"No, Margy, you didn't break anything," answered Russ. "And I'll give
you a ride on the scooter pretty soon. Just wait till I get it fixed."
"And I want a ride, too!" exclaimed another girl, with curly hair of light
color, and gray eyes that opened very wide. "Don't I get a ride, Russ?
And what makes the wheels make such a funny sound when they go
'round? And what makes you call it a scooter? And can you make it go
backwards? And----"
"Oh, I can't answer all those questions, Vi!" exclaimed Russ. "You're
always asking questions, Daddy says. You wait and I'll give you a
ride."
The four Bunker children--there were six of them, and you will meet
the other two soon. The four Bunker children were playing up in the
attic of their home. The attic was not as large as the attic of Grandpa
Ford's house on Great Hedge Estate nor were there so many nice things
in it. But still it did very well on a rainy afternoon, and Russ, Margy,

Violet and Mun Bun were having a good time on the "scooter" Russ
had made.
The way Russ made a "scooter" was this. He found a long board, one
that the carpenters had left after they had made a storeroom for Mrs.
Bunker in the attic, and to the board he fastened, on each end, part of an
old roller skate. This gave the scooter two wheels on either end. The
wheels were not very large, nor very wide, and unless you sat right in
the middle of the board of the scooter you might get tipped over. This
had happened several times, and when Mun Bun was on, having a ride,
he not only tipped over, but he ran into a trunk that stood in the attic,
and knocked off one of the skates.
"Now I have to tie it on again!" Russ had exclaimed, and this had
caused a stop in the fun.
"Can you fix it?" asked Margy, as she watched her brother. She wanted
another ride, for the one she had had was a short one. Mun Bun was the
youngest of the six little Bunkers, and they generally let him have more
turns than any one else.
"Oh, yes, I can fix it," said Russ, who now began to whistle. And when
Russ whistled, when he was making anything, you could generally tell
that everything was coming out right.
Russ very often made things, but he did not always whistle over them.
Often the things he made were such a puzzle that he could not think
how to make them come out right and also think of a whistle-tune at the
same time. But now he was all right, and so he whistled merrily as he
put more string on the roller skate that he was fastening to the board of
the scooter.
"Is it almost done?" asked Mun Bun, leaning over eagerly.
"Almost," answered Russ. "I want to look at the back wheels to see if
they're all right, and then you can have a ride."
Russ gave the string a last turn, tied several knots in it, and then turned

the board around. As he did so Margy uttered a cry.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" asked Russ.
"You banged me with the scooter," answered the little girl.
"Oh, I didn't mean to," said Russ. "I'm sorry! You can have an extra
ride for that." Russ was very kind to his little brothers and sisters.
"It doesn't hurt very much," said Margy, rubbing the elbow that had
been hit when Russ swung the board around.
Russ now bent over the other wheels on the end of the scooter. He
found them a bit loose, as string will stretch and really isn't very good
with which to fasten wheels on. But it was the best Russ could do.
Outside an early spring rain beat against the windows of the attic. It
was cold outside, too, for the last winter snow had, only a week before,
melted from the ground, which was still frozen in places. But it was
nice and warm up in the attic, and there the Bunker children were
having a fine time. The attic, as I have said, was not as big as Grandpa
Ford's, but the children were having a good time, and even a smaller
attic would have answered as well in the rain.
"Now I guess it's all ready for more rides," said Russ, as he put the
scooter down on the floor.
"I'm going to get on!" cried Mun