it.

"Make 'em stop pulling my hair!" begged Mun Bun again. And then, as he
moved a little to one side, Laddie saw the spinning wheel turn and he
cried:

"I know what it is!"

"What?" asked Russ. "Do you see 'em? Is it Margy or Vi?"

"Neither one," answered Laddie. "It isn't anybody."

"Nobody pulling Mun Bun's hair?" asked Russ. "Then what's he hollering
for?"

"'Cause the spinning wheel's pulling it. Look! He's caught in one of the
spinning wheels, and his leg is tangled in one of the string belts we
left on, and he made the wheel go around himself."

Russ dropped his candle-mould gun and ran over to his little brother.
Surely enough it had happened just as Laddie had said.

The golden hair of the little boy had become tangled in the slender
spokes of the spinning wheel, some of which were a bit splintery.

As I told you, when Russ and Laddie finished making believe the wheels
were an airship, they left some strings on them. By pulling on these
strings the spinning wheels could be made to go around. And that was
what Mun Bun had done, though he did not know it.

At first he did not feel it when, leaning up against one of the wheels,
his hair got caught. Then his legs became entangled in one of the
strings, and, as he stepped out, he pulled on the string and the wheel
began to spin.

Of course that stretched his hair tightly, and it felt exactly as if
some one were pulling it, which was the case. Only it was the spinning
wheel, and not a ghost or any person.

All ghost stories will turn out that way if you wait long enough. Every
time it is something real which makes the funny noises or does the funny
things. For there are no ghosts.

"Wait a minute, Mun Bun, and I'll fix you!" cried Russ. "Stand still.
The more you move the more you pull your own hair."

"I'm not pulling my hair," said Mun Bun. "Somebody behind me is pulling
it."

"It's the spinning wheel," said Laddie with a laugh.

Then, when they had untangled Mun Bun's hair, they showed him how it all
had happened. He had really pulled his own hair. Of course, he was not
hurt very much, for only a little of his hair had stuck to the wheel.

"I can make a riddle up about this," said Laddie when Mun Bun was free
once more.

"How?" asked Russ.

"Oh, I don't know just yet, but it'll be something about how can you
pull your own hair and not pull it. And the answer will be a spinning
wheel."

"Can I make the spinning wheels go 'round?" asked