"Well, you get the ironing-board," said Russ.
"I'll help," offered Violet. "I'll help you get the board, Laddie."
"All right, come on," he called, and the two children started down the attic stairs.
While he was waiting for them to come back Russ gave Margy and Rose each a ride on the scooter. It really went very well over the smooth floor of the attic, for the roller-skate wheels turned very easily, even if they did get crooked now and then because the strings with which they were tied on, slipped.
Up the stairs, bumpity bump, came Laddie and Vi with the ironing-board.
"Mother wasn't there, and I didn't see Norah, so I just took the board," said Laddie. "Now we'll put one end on a box and the other end on the floor, and we'll have a hill. Then we can ride the scooter downhill just like we rode our sleds at Grandpa Ford's."
"Yes, I guess we can," said Russ.
There were several boxes in the attic, and some of these were dragged to one end. On them one end of the ironing-board was raised, so that it sloped down like a hill. Of course it was not a very big one, but then the Bunkers were not very large children, nor was the scooter Russ had made very long. By squeezing them on, it would hold two children.
"Who's going down first?" asked Russ, as he and Laddie fixed the ironing-board hill in place, and wheeled the scooter over to it.
"I will!" exclaimed Mun Bun. "I like to ride."