He and his sister began to look about the big attic. As Grandma Ford had said, there were many things with which to play and have fun.
"Oh, Russ!" cried Laddie. "Here are two spinning wheels. Couldn't you make something of them—a steamboat or an auto or something?"
"Yes, I guess I could," agreed Russ. "Let's see if they turn around easy."
He and Laddie were trying the spinning wheels, whirling them around, when there came a sudden cry from Margy. They turned to see her standing in one corner of the big attic, and, the next moment, she seemed to vanish from sight, as if she had fallen down some big hole.
"Oh, Margy! Margy!" cried Rose. "Where are you?"
CHAPTER XIII
THE OLD SPINNING WHEEL
For a moment there was no answer to the cry Rose gave when she saw her sister disappear from sight. The other children, frightened by Rose's scream, gathered about.
"What's the matter?" asked Russ, who was whirling one of the spinning wheels, while Laddie spun the other.