CHAPTER V

THE BIG BANG NOISE


It did not take Mrs. Bunker long to see what the matter was this time.
As she came in sight of the barn she beheld the clothes basket dangling
about half-way to the roof, swinging this way and that from one end of a
rope.

On the other end of the rope Russ and Laddie were pulling, while in the
clothes basket, his little face peering over the side, was Mun Bun.

"What are you doing? Let him down!" cried Mother Bunker, for Mun Bun was
crying.

"We can't get him down!" shouted Russ. "The balloon won't come down!"

"Balloon? I don't see any balloon!" cried Mrs. Bunker. She thought,
perhaps, as sometimes did happen, a balloonist from a neighboring
fairground might have gone up, giving an exhibition as was often the
case in the Fall. But all the balloons she saw were the toys Russ and
Laddie had tied to the fence.

"Where is the balloon, and what do you mean by pulling Mun Bun up in the
basket that way?" she asked.