slept," remarked Mun Bun.
"Did any of them fall out of bed, I wonder?"

"No," said Grandma Ford with a laugh. "Horses have beds that are right
on the floor. They are made of straw, and the horses can't fall out. But
you shall see for yourself. Come, now, while the cakes are hot. And we
have maple syrup to eat on them."

"Oh, hurray!" cried Russ. "I love buckwheat cakes!"

And you should have seen the breakfast the six little Bunkers ate! No,
on second thought, perhaps it is just as well you didn't see it, for it
might have made you hungry. But I'll tell you this much: It was a very
good one.

"Now we'll go out and have some fun!" cried Russ, as they left the
table. "Shall we make a snow man first, or a fort?"

"A man!" cried Mun Bun.

"A fort!" called Laddie.

"Wait just a minute, all of you," said Mother Bunker. "I don't want any
of you to go out just yet."

"Oh!"

"Oh, dear!"

"Oh, Mother!"

"Why?"

Thus, one after another, cried some of the six little Bunkers. They were
all much disappointed.

"Oh, I'm going to let you go out and play in the snow all you like,"
said Mother Bunker quickly, "only I want you to wait until I can unpack
your rubber boots and leggings. Then you won't get wet. So just wait an
hour or two. That won't hurt you."

"And while you are waiting you can play up in the attic," said Grandma
Ford with a smile. "I think you will like it there. Our attic is very
large and there are a number of old-fashioned things in it with which
you may play. The Ripleys left a lot of things behind. There are old
trunks, and they are filled with old clothes that you can dress up in.
There is a spinning wheel and candle-moulds, there are strings of old
sleigh bells. And there are some things that I used to have when I was a
girl. I moved them here from our old home. Don't you think you would
like to play up there?"

"Oh, of course we would!" cried Rose. "We can take up our dolls!"

"And have a play-party!" added Violet.

"And dress up and play go visiting," added Margy.

"I'm going to make something!" cried Russ, with a jolly whistle.

"I'll think up some new riddles!" declared Laddie.

"What are you going to do, Mun Bun?" asked his grandmother, for the
little chap had said nothing as yet, just listening to the others.

"I--I'm not going to fall out of bed!" he answered, and then he wondered
why all the others laughed.

"Well, trot up to the attic," said Grandma Ford, "and have all the fu