"That's only one kind, and it isn't really a pigeon's wing, you know."
Laddie stared at his sister, Rose, with much doubt. "You're always disappointing me, Rose," he murmured.
"But Rose is right, Laddie," said Russ. "And there are other wings that have no feathers."
"What wings?" grumbled Laddie.
"I know!" cried Vi suddenly. "Airplane wings! They haven't any feathers."
"But they are no more like real wings," complained Rose, "than Russ's dancing step."
"No," said the oldest Bunker boy. "I mean bat's wings. Don't you remember that bat we caught that time? Its wings didn't have feathers at all. It was covered with fur."
"Oh, well," sighed Laddie. "Then my riddle isn't any good."
"Not much, I am afraid," said Russ kindly but firmly.
However, Laddie and the other little Bunkers did not have many disappointing things happen to them on this lovely Christmas Day. Mr. and Mrs. Armatage tried in every way to make the stay of their guests at the Meiggs Plantation as pleasant as possible.