"There wasn't any cellar to Mammy June's house," Vi observed.

"Well, it fell down; so of course, it burned down."

"The flames went up," repeated Vi, quite as determinedly. "And the wood
went with 'em--with the flames and smoke. So the cabin burned up."

What might have been the result of this discussion it would be hard to
say had not the twins both felt so keenly their disappointment. Russ had
gone to the fire and brought Mammy June out of the cabin and brought her
up here to the big house! To tell the truth, Russ was so excited when he
got back that in telling of the adventure he gave the younger children
to understand that he had done it all himself. Daddy Bunker and Mr.
Armatage did not appear much in his story.

"Russ is always doing the big things," sighed Laddie. "It's just like a
riddle----"

"What is?" almost snapped Vi, for she was just as disappointed as her
twin brother.

"Why, Russ getting the best of everything. Why is it?" muttered Laddie,
kicking a pebble before him in the path.

"If that's a riddle, I can't answer it," said Vi.

"It isn't any worse to ask riddles than it is to ask questions--so now."

The twins were not always in accord, of course; but they were seldom so
near to a quarrel as upon this morning. Perhaps, for one thing, the day