“Though I’m not sure I can make it,” he said, puckering up his own lips to send forth a shrill tune.
“Why not?” asked Laddie.
“Well, the bark doesn’t peel off so well now as it does in the spring,” Russ answered. “But maybe if I pound it long enough I can slip it off.”
An hour or more passed pleasantly, the children busy at their different means of having fun, and then Mun Bun came toward Rose, saying:
“I’m hungry now. I want to eat.”
“So do I!” added Margy, who generally wanted to do whatever she heard Mun Bun say he wanted to do.
“Well, I think we can have lunch,” decided Rose. “Ho, Russ!” she called.
A loud whistle answered her, for Russ had succeeded in stripping the bark from a tree branch and had whittled out a whistle that was louder than the one formed by his lips.
“Come, we’re going to eat!” called Rose, and soon all six little Bunkers were walking toward the stump where the lunch had been left.
But when they reached it—the lunch was gone!