stand up you can't ride on it----" began Mrs. Bunker.

"But I can stand up, Mother!" cried Rose, and she did, showing that
nothing much was the matter with her.

"See, then you're not hurt," said her mother. "Now don't begin to cry
again, and you can have some more rides. But perhaps you had better not
coast down any more hills. Just ride along the sidewalk as you did on
your roller skates. That will be best."

"Yes, maybe I'll do that," said Rose. "Where's the dog that made me run
into him?"

The little dog was safely behind his own fence now, looking out through
the pickets and barking. Perhaps he wondered what it was all about, and
what had happened to him. He had been knocked about a bit, and bruised,
but not much hurt. Only he was "all mussed up," as Russ said, after a
look at him.

"Well, I guess he won't get in the way of your roller-skate wagon
again," said Mrs. Bunker. "Now you can take some more rides, Rose. Your
knees are all right."

And so they were, after they had been washed off with a little warm
water. Then Rose and her brothers, with Violet taking a turn now and
then, had fine fun on the skatemobile. They rode down the hill though,
as they found they could steer better when going fast.

Mun Bun and Margy came from the yard, where they had been playing in the
sand pile, and they, too, wanted rides. Russ and Laddie held them on,
for the smaller children were hardly old enough to coast alone, though
Mun Bun did drive off in the junk cart, as I have told you. But that was
different. The roller-skate wagon went faster than the junkman's horse.

So the six little Bunkers had fun on the skate wagon, and as the days
went on they were more and more glad they had come to Aunt Jo's house to
spend a part of their vacation.

It was early in August, and there was much of the summer before them.
The weather was hot, but there was plenty of shade around Aunt Jo's
house, so that it was almost as nice as it had been at Grandma Bell's.

"Are we going to stay here until vacation is all over?" asked Russ of
his father one day.

"Well, I'm not sure," he said. "Cousin Tom spoke once of having us come
down to see him."

"Down to the seashore, do you mean?" asked Rose.

"Yes, down to Seaview, New Jersey."

"Oh, it would be dandy there!" cried Russ. "I could go swimming in the
ocean, couldn't I?"

"Well, you might go in if the water wasn't too deep," his father said
with a smile. "But we'll talk about that l