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When Kew finally disentangled himself from the company of this jolly creature, it was very late. But the voice of Anonyma arrested him on his way to bed. Her face, with a corn-coloured plait on each side of it, looked at him cautiously from a dark doorway. "Kew," said Anonyma, "I won't stand it. We must be rescued." "Nobody can remove her now without also removing Russ and Christina," said Kew.
The attacking force could shoot twice as many paper bullets and balls as could Russ and they soon ran up on him, pelting him so that he had to put his hands over his head. "All right I surrender! I give up!" he cried. "Wait till I haul down the flag!" laughed George. Then he took down the red and blue penciled handkerchief and he and Laddie took possession of the fort.
"Up in the attic!" called Russ from his room. "That's where they sound." "I believe he is right," said Grandma Ford. "I have a good ear for sound, and that jingling is certainly up in the attic. Father, you'd better take a look." "Aren't you aren't you afraid?" asked Rose, rather hesitating over the words. "Afraid of what?" inquired Grandpa Ford.
Where?" demanded Ruth, pausing a moment to look at a shop window where some lingerie was temptingly displayed. "I don't know the particulars. I happened to overhear Mr. Pertell talking to Pop Snooks about it. I expect it will be given out in a few days, before Russ has to film it." The next few days were filled with work for the moving picture actors and actresses.
Russ looked at the five-cent piece in his hand as if wondering if it would stretch that far. "Send the other children to me, and I'll give them each five cents," said Grandpa Ford with a laugh. "Then we can all go to the store!" said Rose, clapping her hands. "They have lovely five-cent grab-bags down at Henderson's store." "Well, don't eat too much trash," said Mrs. Bunker.
Mun Bun was a bold little boy. He was seldom afraid of anything or anybody. Had he not instantly made friends with Sam, the strange colored boy, at Aunt Jo's house? So Russ knew he would not be afraid to run right out on the deck among the other passengers. "But that would not be a nice place to go for a nap," said Russ aloud.
Once Russ held the pole and he caught a funny, flat fish, that seemed as if it had been put through the wringer which squeezed the water out of the clothes on wash day. "What kind of fish is that?" asked Violet, when she saw it flapping about in the bottom of the boat. "It's a flounder," answered Cousin Tom. "Is it good to eat?" "Yes, very good." "Maybe it swallowed Rose's locket.
"The reconciliation has gone too far." "Then Russ must be sacrificed, and even the car," said Anonyma firmly. "Gustus and I can hire if we must. That woman must be removed. The jealous cat!" Kew began to see light. "I'll rescue you, then," he replied. "I'll think of a way in my bath." Next morning a great noise, centring in the bathroom, overflowed through the inn.
Mun Bun and Margy played in the grass in the side yard, Russ whittled away at his wooden cannon, whistling the while, and Rose, after she had done a little dusting, made a new dress for her doll. "'Cause I want her to look nice for Grandma Bell," said the little girl. And thus they played at these and other things, and had a good time.
"No, I don't guess it will," answered Russ, as he looked up and saw several holes in the roof. "Anyhow we won't play out here when it rains. Mother wouldn't let us." The pirate bungalow was soon finished; that is, finished as much as the children wanted it, and then they began playing in it. Russ pretended that he was the pirate, and that the others were his prisoners.
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