"Will you have to walk?" asked Russ.
"No, I'll ride one of the horses."
"Oh! Could I ride the other?" begged Laddie eagerly.
"I'm afraid you're too little," said Grandpa Ford. "Besides, I want to ride fast on the back of Major. And if you rode on Prince, which is the other horse, he might jiggle you off into a snow bank.
"I think all you six little Bunkers had better stay at Mr. Thompson's cabin until I come back," went on Grandpa Ford. "I won't be any longer than I can help, and when I get the sled fixed we'll all ride home. I won't make my trip to the country as I was going to, as it will be too late."
"Can we get something to eat at the cabin?" asked Margy. "I'm hungry."
"Oh, I guess Mrs. Thompson has something to eat," laughed Grandpa Ford.
Grandpa unhitched the horses from the overturned sled and then started to drive them toward the cabin, which was the only house for some distance on that road. The six little Bunkers followed, the highway being well-packed with hard snow, so that walking was easy.
As the procession, led by Grandpa Ford driving the horses, approached the cabin, a door opened and a man came out.
"Had an accident, did you, Mr. Ford?" he asked.