"Ouch!" Russ suddenly exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" asked the chauffeur.
"I pounded my finger!" said the little boy, as he popped it into his mouth. "It hurts!" But he did not cry.
"Yes, it generally does hurt when you hit your finger or thumb with a hammer," said William. "Better let me finish that for you. I can put the wheels on so they won't come off."
"I wish you would then," said Russ. "We want to see how it works."
William did not take long to fasten the four wheels to the long, narrow board, two wheels on each end, so that it could easily coast down the sidewalk hill in front of Aunt Jo's house. Then, to the front of the narrow board, just as Russ had explained, William nailed a handle, making it stick straight up, so it could be grasped by whoever was taking a ride.
"Now your skate wagon is done," he said.
"Let's go out and try it!" cried Laddie.
"But I've got to have a turn," insisted Rose. "It's my skate."
"You shall all have turns," put in Mother Bunker, who had come out to the garage to see how matters were going. "That is, all except Mun Bun and Margy. I'm afraid they're too little to coast. They might fall off."