wheels,
and steer his "ship" out of the way of stones and holes.

"Well, the youngsters did pretty well!" exclaimed Uncle Fred, as he saw
Russ and Laddie sailing along.

"Yes, they did better than I expected they would," said their father.
"If they don't upset they'll be all right."

Laddie and Russ did not seem to be going to do this. The wind wagon
appeared to be a great success.

"Oh, who made it? Where did you get it? Whose is it? Can't I have a
ride?" cried Violet, when she saw the new toy.

"My, what a lot of questions!" exclaimed Daddy Bunker, laughing.

"We'll give everybody a ride," said Russ, "only I'm going to sit in the
ship each time and steer. I'm the captain, and nobody knows how to steer
except me."

When Laddie got out, Rose had a turn, and then Violet was given a ride.
The wind wagon went very nicely. Of course, each time it was blown over
the field, some distance from the ranch house, it had to be dragged
back again, as the children did not want to ride too far from home.

But walking back with the land ship to the starting point was no worse
than walking back uphill with a sled, as the children had to do when
they went coasting in the winter.

"And we walk back on level ground, not up a hill," said Russ.

So the wind wagon was that much better than a sled.

It came the turns of Mun Bun and Margy, and they liked the rides very
much. Only Mun Bun made trouble by wanting to guide the land ship, and
when he was told he could not, he snatched at the ropes Russ held, and
nearly made the wind wagon upset.

After that Mun Bun was not given any more rides.

"I guess he is cross because he hasn't had his sleep this afternoon,"
said his mother. "Come on, Margy and Mun Bun. I'll put you to bed."

So Russ, with Laddie, Violet and Rose, played with the wind wagon after
the two smallest Bunkers had been put to bed.

But Russ began to feel that he had been a little selfish, and each of
the older children was allowed to guide the land ship some of the time.

The wind kept blowing harder and harder, and at last the land ship went
so fast before the breeze that Mr. Bunker called:

"Better shorten sail, Russ! Better take in some, or you may blow over."

"Oh, I don't guess we will," said Russ, who was again, as he was most of
the time, doing the guiding.

But he did not know what was going to happen.

"The wind is blowing so strong now," said Laddie to his brother, "that
three of us could ride in