“Well, if you hear him sneeze come in and tell me,” said Dick with a smile.  “If a snow man sneezes that’s a sure sign he’s catching cold.  So listen if you hear this one go ‘a-ker-choo!’ That means we’ll have to get the doctor.”

“I guess that’s only a joke, like some of Laddie’s riddles,” remarked Russ, when Dick had gone back to the barn.

“I’m going to make up a riddle about a snow man, but I haven’t got it thought out yet,” said Laddie.  “Come on, Russ, let’s make a snow fort.”

The snow man being finished, the two older Bunker boys let the smaller children play with it, and throw snowballs at it, trying to knock off the old hat, and Laddie and Russ started work on the fort.

They had great fun at this, and made quite a big fort, getting inside it and throwing snowballs at a make-believe enemy on the outside.

All that day and the next the six little Bunkers played around Great Hedge, having fun in the snow.  Sometimes Mother and Grandma came out to watch them.  Grandpa Ford and Daddy Bunker went to town in a cutter, with the merry jingling bells on the horse, and Daddy went home for a week on business.

Nothing more was said about the ghost for several days, and even Russ and Rose seemed to forget there was such a make-believe chap.  They coasted downhill, played, and had fun in the snow and were very glad indeed that they had come to Grandpa Ford’s.

Then, about a week after their arrival, there came a cold, blustery day when it was not nice to be out.

“Let’s go up to the attic and make something with the old spinning wheels,” said Russ to Laddie.  “Maybe we can make an airship.”

“All right,” agreed Laddie.  “Only we won’t sail up very high in ’em, ’cause we might fall down.”

Rose was out in the kitchen, watching Grandma Ford make an apple pie, and Rose was singing away, for she was trying to make a pie also—­a little one with pieces left over from her grandmother’s crust.

Up to the attic went Russ and Laddie, and Mun Bun followed them.

“I want to come and watch you,” he said, shaking his pretty, bobbed hair around his head.

“Shall we let him?” asked Laddie.

“Oh, yes, he can watch us,” said Russ, who was always kind to his little brother.

Grandma Ford had said the boys could play with the spinning wheels if they did not break them, and this Russ and Laddie took care not to do.

“First we must make ’em so both wheels will turn around together at the same time alike,” said Russ.

“How are you going to do that?” Laddie asked, while Mun Bun sat down in a corner near the big chimney to watch.

“Well, we’ll put a belt on ’em, same as the belt on mother’s sewing-machine.  Don’t you know?  That has a round leather belt on the big wheel, and when you turn the big wheel the little wheel goes.  Same as on our tricycle, only there are chains on those.”