Mun Bun and Margy came from the yard, where they had been playing in the sand pile, and they, too, wanted rides. Russ and Laddie held them on, for the smaller children were hardly old enough to coast alone, though Mun Bun did drive off in the junk cart, as I have told you. But that was different. The roller-skate wagon went faster than the junkman's horse.
So the six little Bunkers had fun on the skate wagon, and as the days went on they were more and more glad they had come to Aunt Jo's house to spend a part of their vacation.
It was early in August, and there was much of the summer before them. The weather was hot, but there was plenty of shade around Aunt Jo's house, so that it was almost as nice as it had been at Grandma Bell's.
"Are we going to stay here until vacation is all over?" asked Russ of his father one day.
"Well, I'm not sure," he said. "Cousin Tom spoke once of having us come down to see him."
"Down to the seashore, do you mean?" asked Rose.
"Yes, down to Seaview, New Jersey."
"Oh, it would be dandy there!" cried Russ. "I could go swimming in the ocean, couldn't I?"
"Well, you might go in if the water wasn't too deep," his father said with a smile. "But we'll talk about that later. Rose, where is that pocketbook you found?" he asked.
"Why? Do you know who owns it?" the little girl asked.