if I want to? Gid-ap!" she went on, not waiting for
an answer to her question. Very often Vi asked questions to which there
was no answer.

"Come on, I want a ride like Vi!" exclaimed Margy.

"All right, you shall have it," answered Rose. "And you may say 'gid-ap'
to our sled, too, if you like."

"All right--gid-ap!" cried Margy, and then Rose pushed the sled on which
she and her little sister sat to the edge of the hill, and down they
coasted.

The three little Bunker girls had great fun on the hill. Now and then
Dick, who was working around the barn, would come out to watch them.

"Don't you want a ride?" asked Rose, for a few days before Dick had let
her sit on the back of one of Grandpa's horses, and had ridden her
around the big barn.

"Oh, I'm afraid my legs are too long for those sleds," laughed the hired
man. "I'll have to get a bigger one."

"You can hold my doll if you want to," offered Vi. "I'm going to coast
like the boys do, and I can't hold her."

"Well, you had better leave your doll in the barn," said Dick. "I might
lose her if I took her."

Vi stretched out face downward on the sled, to ride "boy fashion," and,
of course, she couldn't hold her doll that way. So she left the toy in a
warm place in the hay in the barn.

Rose, Vi and Margy had great sport coasting on the hill, and they were
thinking of going in and getting some of Grandma Ford's good bread and
jam when Margy cried:

"Oh, my doll! Where's my doll? She's gone. She went sliding downhill
all by herself, and now she's gone! Oh, dear!" And Margy began to cry.

CHAPTER XV

JINGLING BELLS

Dick came running out of the barn.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Are any of you hurt?"

But as soon as he asked that he could see that none of the three little
Bunker girls was hurt, for they all stood on the hill beside the two
sleds.

"What's the matter?" asked Dick again, for he could see that Margy was
crying, and crying hard.

"She's lost her doll," explained Rose. "I guess it dropped in the snow.
Could you find it for her? It's a Japanese doll, and we got her out of
the ocean."

"Out of the ocean!" exclaimed Dick. "Well, if you got her out of the
ocean I suppose I can get her out of a snow bank. For I guess that's
where your doll is now, Margy. Don't cry! I'll try to find her."

Dick loved children, and, as it was rather lonesome at Great Hedge, he
was very glad the six little Bunkers had come with their father and
mo