"My!" exclaimed Norah, as she helped sort out the clean clothes, "these
six little Bunkers are getting to be great travelers. First they go to
Grandma Bell's, then to Aunt Jo's and then to Cousin Tom's, and now to
Grandpa Ford's. I wonder where they'll go next?"

"There's no telling," said Mrs. Bunker. "But we must take plenty of warm
clothes along for them this time, as it will soon be cold weather and
winter."

"I love to be in the country in the winter," said Rose, who was helping
her mother. "You can have such fun snowballing."

"And making snow men and snow forts," added Russ, who came in to get a
piece of string for something he was making. He went out whistling, and
soon he and Laddie were heard pounding away on the back porch.

Russ was not happy unless he was whistling, or unless he was making
something, just as Laddie was very fond of asking riddles.

"I guess maybe I got a riddle, now," said the little chap who was
Violet's twin.

"Is it about Mun Bun and the balloon basket?" asked Russ.

"No, it's about why is a cat like a kite."

"It isn't," said Russ. "A cat isn't anything like a kite."

"Yes, it is, too!" declared Laddie. "They both have tails."