"Mother, make Russ stop!" suddenly Laddie cried.
"What's he doing?" asked Mrs. Bunker, who could see that not very much was happening.
"He's squirting water on me from the hose."
"I am not, Mother," said Russ, laughing. "I'm only making believe Laddie is in bathing down at Cousin Tom's at the seashore, and when you go in swimming you've got to get a little wet!"
"Oh, well, if you're making believe play that, all right," said Laddie, "wet me some more."
Russ did. So, at their play, we will take leave, for a time, of the six little Bunkers, wishing them well.