"But we got to have some fun," grumbled Russ.
"Oh, there are lots of other places where you can spin your tops without going down near the apartment house," said Mr. Bunker. "Windows will get broken, once in a while, but I don't like it to happen too often."
"Did you get any answers to the advertisement about the lost pocketbook?" asked Mrs. Bunker of her husband that night, for he had said he would stop at the newspaper office and inquire.
"No," he replied. "I'm afraid whoever owns it does not read the papers. I wish I knew who it was."
"So do I," said Rose.
For, even though she would like to keep the money for herself, she knew it was better that the poor person, whose it was, should have it. But, so far, no one had come to claim the wallet and the sixty-five dollars.
After dinner one day Aunt Jo said:
"Who wants to go on an auto ride?"
"I do!" cried Rose and Violet.
"Me, too!" added Margy, and Mun Bun said something, though they could not be sure just what it was, as he was still chewing on a bit of cracker he had carried from the table with him.