die, as Mun Bun, looking over
the edge of the basket, began to cry.

"Maybe we can get him down ourselves," said Russ. "Pull some more."

He and Laddie pulled as hard as they could. But still Mun Bun was stuck
in the "balloon."

"I want to get down! I want to get down!" he cried.

Then Laddie and Russ became frightened and shouted for their mother.

"Oh, you poor, dear little boy!" said Mrs. Bunker, as she saw what the
matter was. "Don't be afraid now. I'll soon get you down."

She looked at the rope, saw where it was twisted so it would not run
easily over the pulley wheels. Then she untwisted it, and the basket
could come down, with Mun Bun in it.

"I don't like that old balloon!" he said, tears in his eyes.

"Well, Laddie and Russ mustn't put you in again," said his mother.
"Don't cry any more. You're all right."

And, as soon as he saw that he was safe on the ground, and that the
clothes basket balloon wasn't going to take him up again, the little
chap dried his tears.

"What made you think of that game to play?" asked Mrs. Bunker of Russ
and Laddie, when she had seen to it that they took the clothes basket
off the rope.

"Oh, we thought of it when we saw our toy balloons go up in the air,"
said Russ. "We had a race with 'em, and Laddie's went higher than mine.
Then he said wouldn't it be fun to have a real balloon. And I said yes,
and then I thought of the rope at the barn and Norah's clothes basket
and we made a hoister balloon, and Mun Bun wanted to go up in it, he
did."

"And we pulled him, we did, and he got stuck," added Laddie. "I guess I
could make up a pretty good riddle about it, if I thought real hard."

"Well, please think hard and don't get your little brother into a fix
like that again," said Mrs. Bunker.

Of course Russ and Laddie promised that they wouldn't play that game any
more, but this was not saying they wouldn't do something else just as
risky. They were not bad boys, but they liked to have fun, and they did
not always stop to think what might happen when they had it.

"What'll we do next?" asked Laddie, as they carried the clothes basket
back to Norah's laundry.

"Well, we could----" began Russ.

Just then the supper bell rang.

"We'll eat!" cried Laddie. "That'll be lots of fun."

And after supper the six little Bunkers were too tired and sleepy to do
anything except go to bed.

"But we'll have lots of fun at Grandpa Ford's," murmured Rose as she
went up to her room