It was rather a tight squeeze to get the three children in the wagon, but it was managed. Laddie shoved them off and away they went.
The wind blew harder and harder, and, all of a sudden, as Russ steered out of the way of a stone, there came a sudden puff, and—over went the wind wagon, spilling out Rose, Violet and "Captain Russ" himself. The mast broke off close to where it was fastened to the toy wagon, and the sail became tangled in the arms and legs of the children.
"My goodness!" cried Captain Roy, who came along just in time to see the accident, which happened a little way from the ranch house. "Any of the six little Bunkers hurt?"
"There's only three of us in the wagon," said Russ, as he crawled out. "I'm not hurt. Are you, Rose?"
"No," she answered, laughing. "But where's Vi?"
"Here I am," answered the little girl, as she crawled out from under the wagon, which had upset. "And I don't like that way of stopping at all, Russ Bunker! I like to stop easy!"
"So do I," said Russ. "I didn't mean to do that. The wind was too strong for us. Now the wagon is busted."
It was indeed broken, and, as the wind blew harder than before, Daddy Bunker said it would not be best to use the wind wagon any more, even if it had not been smashed. So the toy was turned right side up, the broken mast and sail put in it and Russ and Laddie took it to the barn.
"We'll fix it up again to-morrow," said Russ.
The children had other fun the rest of that day, and in the evening they all had pony rides. And this time Margy was not given a ride in the Indian carriage and left asleep. She had her own pony to ride on.