“In a few days,” his father answered.
“Then I won’t bother to make the seesaw here,” went on Russ. “I’ll save the nails and take them to Farmer Joel’s.”
“That’s a good idea,” agreed Rose. “We can make a lovely teeter-totter up there, and have lots of fun.”
In the early evening, after supper, not much was talked of by the six little Bunkers but the coming visit to Farmer Joel’s. Mrs. Bunker, who had been to the farm some years before with her husband, told the children about it. There were many places where they could have fun, she said.
The evening was passing. Mun Bun and Margy, in spite of their hard work to keep awake, were fast falling asleep, their little heads nodding from side to side and their eyes closing.
“It’s time they were in bed!” cried Mrs. Bunker, when she finally noticed them. “It’s long past their hour. And Laddie and Vi, too! They must go to bed!”
“I’ll carry up Mun Bun,” offered Mr. Bunker.
“And I’ll take Margy,” said Adam, for both the smallest children were now asleep.
“Come, Vi,” suggested her mother. “You and Laddie can go up by yourselves.”
“Laddie isn’t here,” said Violet.