oward the hill.
CHAPTER XXII
AN UPSET
Russ followed his sister over the snow to the place where Dick had made
the little hill. If there was trouble Russ wanted to help, for, though
Rose was the "little mother," Russ felt he must do his share to help
her.
They found that Mun Bun had rolled off the sled in going down a little
hill and had toppled into a snow bank.
"But that didn't hurt you!" said Rose, laughing as she picked him up.
"There, sister will kiss the place and make it better. You only got a
little snow up your sleeve, and it makes your arm cold."
"But I bumped my head, too!" sobbed Mun Bun.
"Well, I'll rub that and make it well," said Rose, and she did.
"But I'm hungry, too," added Mun Bun.
"Oh, I can't rub your hungry away," and Rose laughed so merrily that Mun
Bun stopped his crying and laughed too. So did Margy.
"What makes us get hungry?" asked Violet, as Mun Bun let Rose brush the
snow from him. "What makes us?"
"It's when something tickles us in our stomachs," answered Laddie. "I
know, 'cause I feel that way right now. I wish I had something to eat."
"So do I," said Margy. "My stomach doesn't zactly tickle, but it's
hungry."
"Well, I'll go and ask Grandma for some cookies," offered Russ. "She
always has a lot in a jar, and they taste awful good. I'll be back in a
minute."
Away he ran to the house which was surrounded by the great, high hedge,
and soon he came back with both hands and his pockets filled with sugar
and molasses cookies.
"I brought two kinds," he said, "'cause I thought some of you would want
one kind, and I might want both kinds."
The making of the snow man and the coasting down the little hill stopped
while the children ate their cookies, and then, after a while, Russ
said:
"Well, we must finish the White family."
"What's that?" asked Violet, brushing some cookie crumbs off her jacket.
"Oh, it's a snow family we're making," explained Rose. "There's Mr.
White and Mrs. White and we're going to make some little White snow
children."
"Like us six little Bunkers?" asked Mun Bun.
"No, I guess not so many as that," replied Laddie. "That would take us
all day. We'll just make two children, a girl and a boy."
"Oh, I'm going to help make the White children!" cried Vi.
"Let's go an' watch 'em!" called Margy to Mun Bun. "We've had enough
coasting, haven't we?"
"Yes," said Mun Bun. "We'll make some snow mans ourselves."
With the smaller
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