He and Laddie were trying the spinning wheels, whirling them around,
when there came a sudden cry from Margy. They turned to see her standing
in one corner of the big attic, and, the next moment, she seemed to
vanish from sight, as if she had fallen down some big hole.

"Oh, Margy! Margy!" cried Rose. "Where are you?"

CHAPTER XIII

THE OLD SPINNING WHEEL

For a moment there was no answer to the cry Rose gave when she saw her
sister disappear from sight. The other children, frightened by Rose's
scream, gathered about.

"What's the matter?" asked Russ, who was whirling one of the spinning
wheels, while Laddie spun the other.

"Margy's gone!" exclaimed Rose. "She's gone, and maybe----"

"Where'd she go?" asked Russ. "Come on, Laddie, we'll find her."

Before Rose could answer Margy spoke for herself by uttering loud cries
and sobs. They seemed to come from a dark hole in the attic, but the
little girl herself could not be seen by her brothers and sisters.

"Oh, get me out! Get me out!" screamed Margy. "I don't like it here!
It's dark!"

The five little Bunkers were puzzled. It was worse than some of Laddie's
riddles. They could hear Margy, but they could not see her. She had gone
into a dark corner and that seemed to be the last of her.

"Oh, what shall we do?" asked Rose.

"We better go for Daddy or Mother or Grandpa," said Russ.

"I'll go," offered Laddie.

But there was no need, for just then up the attic stairs came Mrs.
Bunker and Grandma Ford. They knew right away that something was the
matter.

"What is it?" asked Mrs. Bunker.

"Margy's gone, and we can't find her, but we can hear her," explained
Rose.

She need not have said the last, for Margy was still screaming:

"I want to get out! Take me out! It's terrible dark here!"

"Oh, the poor child's in the nut cubby-hole!" cried Grandma Ford. "Of
course it's dark there! Wait a minute, my dear, and I'll get you out,"
she said.

Grandma Ford quickly crossed the attic. Then she stooped over in the
dark corner, reached down, and lifted something up and there
was--Margy!

The little girl was carried into the light, crying and sobbing; but, as
soon as she found out there was nothing the matter with her, and that
she was with her mother and grandmother and brothers and sisters, she
stopped crying.

"What happened to you, Margy?" asked Russ.

"I--I don't know," she answered. "I just slipped like once when I rolled
downhill."

"She fel