"How could you, when you didn't have a lasso?"
"I'm going to make one," declared Russ.
"I'll help you lasso," offered Laddie.
"Pooh! you don't know how," said Russ. "But I'll teach you," he added.
"Come in and wash yourselves for supper," called Mother Bunker to the two boys, who had stayed out on the porch to see if the cowboys would again ride their horses around so wildly and shoot off the guns which made so much noise. "You must be hungry, Russ and Laddie."
"I am," Laddie admitted.
"So'm I," agreed Russ.
Into Uncle Fred's ranch house went all six little Bunkers. They liked the place from the very first. It was different from their house at home.
The room they went into first extended the width of the house. It was "big enough for the whole Bunker family and part of another one to sit in, and not rock on one anothers' toes," Mother Bunker said. Back of this big apartment, called the living-room, was the dining-room. Then came the kitchen, and, off in another part of the house, were the sleeping-rooms. The ranch house was only one story high, and it was, in fact, a sort of bungalow. It was very nice.
Even though it was away out on the plains Uncle Fred's house had some of the same things in it that the Bunkers had at home. There was running water, and a bathroom, and a sink in the kitchen.