"All right," agreed Russ.
But just as they were going to start to make Mrs. White they heard a cry from the spot where the other children were coasting.
"Oh, Mun Bun's hurt!" shouted Rose, and, dropping her shovel, she ran toward the hill.
CHAPTER XXII
AN UPSET
Russ followed his sister over the snow to the place where Dick had made the little hill. If there was trouble Russ wanted to help, for, though Rose was the "little mother," Russ felt he must do his share to help her.
They found that Mun Bun had rolled off the sled in going down a little hill and had toppled into a snow bank.
"But that didn't hurt you!" said Rose, laughing as she picked him up. "There, sister will kiss the place and make it better. You only got a little snow up your sleeve, and it makes your arm cold."
"But I bumped my head, too!" sobbed Mun Bun.