Rose started up in alarm, but Laddie said:
"Margy is all right. She came over where me and Russ—I mean, Russ and I—were riding our ponies, and we made an Indian carriage for her," and he explained what they had done.
"But where is she now?" Rose demanded.
"She's asleep over there," Russ said slowly, and pointed to the big field.
"Let's go and get her, and we'll take her this piece of pie," proposed Laddie. "If she doesn't want it I'll eat it."
"No, I will!" cried Russ. "You've had two pieces."
"Margy will want it all right!" declared Rose. "She likes pie. I'm going to make another some day."
Carrying Margy's piece of pie, the three little Bunkers went over to the field where the ponies had been left. On the way Russ told Rose more about the queer Indian carriage he had made.
"Will it hold me?" Rose asked.
"Yes, and I'll give you a ride after Margy wakes up," Russ promised. "I'll get some more poles for Laddie's pony and he can ride Vi and I'll ride you."