"'Cause it's got hooks on," he answered with a laugh. "I heard her ask you to hook it up this morning. Isn't that a good riddle?"
"Very good," answered Grandma Ford. "Now see if you can think of one about roast chicken, as that's what we're going to have for dinner. Get good and hungry, all of you."
"Better go out into the air and play a while," suggested Daddy Bunker. "That will give you good, healthy appetites."
So the six little Bunkers went out to play. It was not very cold, but Grandpa Ford said it looked as though there would be more snow.
"Then we can make more snow men!" shouted Russ. "And maybe I'll make an ice boat, too, when the snow melts so we can go on the pond."
Out in the snow rushed the six little Bunkers, and they had fun playing near the big hedge which gave Grandpa Ford's place its name.
When the children were romping about, sliding down a little hill they made, and tumbling about in the snow, along came Mr. Thompson.
"Merry Christmas!" he called to Russ, Rose and the others.
"Merry Christmas!" they answered.
Mun Bun and Margy, who had been making a little snow man all by themselves, stopped their play and walked toward the house.