"Now I can make a riddle about it," said Laddie. "I can ask why is a ghost like an umbrella?"
"'Cause it hid in a rain-water pipe. 'Course that isn't a very good riddle," admitted Laddie. "Maybe I'll think of a better one after a while."
"Well, it's good enough this time," laughed Grandpa Ford. "Now the ghost is 'laid,' as they call it, we'll have lots of fun at Great Hedge."
And so the children did. The Christmas holidays passed and New Year's came. The snow melted, and there was a chance for more skating and for rides in the ice boat. Russ kept his word and made one, but it upset more times than it sailed.
"I wonder what we'll do next Winter," said Rose, as she and Russ were sliding downhill one day.
"Summer comes before next Winter," he said. "Maybe we'll go visiting again."
And where the children went and what they did you may learn by reading the next volume of this series, to be called: "Six Little Bunkers at Uncle Fred's." He had a ranch out West and——
But there, I'll let you read the book for yourselves.
"Oh, but we're having lots of fun here," said Laddie that night, as he sat trying to think of a new riddle. "Lots of fun."