Russ Bunker came back from the barn, dragging with him some long bean poles, an old bag that had held oats for the horses, and some pieces of rope.
"Are you going to make a swing?" asked Margy.
"I'm going to make something for you to ride in," answered Russ.
"A carriage?" asked Laddie.
"An Indian carriage," Russ answered. "One of the co