"Well, I want my sled to go, and that's the same thing," declared Vi. "Why can't I say it if I want to? Gid-ap!" she went on, not waiting for an answer to her question. Very often Vi asked questions to which there was no answer.
"Come on, I want a ride like Vi!" exclaimed Margy.
"All right, you shall have it," answered Rose. "And you may say 'gid-ap' to our sled, too, if you like."
"All right—gid-ap!" cried Margy, and then Rose pushed the sled on which she and her little sister sat to the edge of the hill, and down they coasted.
The three little Bunker girls had great fun on the hill. Now and then Dick, who was working around the barn, would come out to watch them.
"Don't you want a ride?" asked Rose, for a few days before Dick had let her sit on the back of one of Grandpa's horses, and had ridden her around the big barn.
"Oh, I'm afraid my legs are too long for those sleds," laughed the hired man. "I'll have to get a bigger one."
"You can hold my doll if you want to," offered Vi. "I'm going to coast like the boys do, and I can't hold her."
"Well, you had better leave your doll in the barn," said Dick. "I might lose her if I took her."
Vi stretched out face downward on the sled, to ride "boy fashion," and, of course, she couldn't hold her doll that way. So she left the toy in a warm place in the hay in the barn.