"Let's ask him to do it again," suggested Laddie.
But the spill was an accident. Dick had not meant that it should happen.
"As for giving you more rides," he said, when he had brought the boat back to shore, "I don't believe I'd better. The wind is getting stronger, and there might be a real accident next time. Some other day I'll give you more rides."
"Oh, Dick, please!" pleaded Violet. But Dick said he was sorry, but they would all have to wait for a calmer day.
So the little Bunkers had to be satisfied with this, and really they had had fine fun, and all agreed that Dick's ice boat was just grand.
Back to the house they went, and, as it was nearly time to eat, they did not come out again until after the meal. Then there was more skating, and some fun on the ice with sleds, until it was time to come in for the day.
"What'll we do to-morrow?" asked Rose, as she and the other little Bunkers were getting ready for bed.
"If it snows we can go coasting," said Russ.
"Well, it looks and feels like snow," said Grandpa Ford, who came in from the barn just then, having gone out to see that the horses and cows were all right.
The grown folks sat about the fire after supper, talking and telling stories while the children were asleep in their beds.