So, while Russ, Laddie and Mun Bun went to the garage to try to make another harness for Alexis, Rose and Margy played with their dolls. Violet said she was tired from having walked around so much when she was lost, though I think it was because she had cried, so her mother put her to bed for a short nap. Then Daddy Bunker went downtown and Aunt Jo and Mrs. Bunker sat on the porch sewing. It was about half an hour after Margy and Rose had begun to play with their dolls, Margy washing her rubber one in a basin of water, that something happened. Margy got up from the side porch where she was sitting with Rose, and said: "I'm going to dry her now." "Dry who?" asked Rose. "My rubber doll," answered Margy. "She's all wet and I'm going to take her down in the laundry where Parker is, and put my doll by the fire to dry." "All right," answered Rose, "don't burn yourself." "I won't," said Margy, as she went toward the laundry, which was in the basement of Aunt Jo's big house. A little while after this Parker, on going into the kitchen over the laundry, heard a voice crying: "Oh, I can't get out! I can't get out! I'm stuck in and I can't get out." "For land sakes! Who are you, and what has happened?" cried the frightened cook. "It's one of the six little Bunkers, I know," she went on, "but what happened?" "Oh, I went to take a ride," said Margy, "and now I can't get out! Oh, dear!" And her voice seemed to come from afar. CHAPTER XIII MUN BUN DRIVES AWAY Parker was a good cook, but she did not know much about children. She liked them though, and was kind to them. So when she heard Margy's voice calling, she could not imagine what had happened, nor did she know what to do. If it had been Mrs. Bunker, or even Daddy Bunker, they would have at once found out what the matter was. But then they were used to things happening to children. "Oh, where are you?" cried Parker, as Margy kept on screaming. "I don't know what you call it, but I'm in it," said the little girl, in that queer, faraway voice. "But where is it?" asked Parker, for, somehow, the voice seemed to come from somewhere between the laundry and the kitchen. "It's that thing you pull up and down with soap and starch and clothes on," said Margy. "I got in it to have a ride, but my leg is stuck and I can't get out and, oh, dear! I want my mother!" "Yes, and I guess I want her, too!" exclaimed Parker. "Oh, my! This is worse than having the chimney on fire. I'll go and call your mother, child," she went on, "for I can't see a blessed hair of your head. Though you must be somewhere around, and maybe hiding to fool me." "Oh, no, I'm not hiding," answered Margy, who, it seems, could hear Parker very well. "I'm in the pull-up-and-let-down-thing, and I want to get out!" But Parker did not stay to listen. She ran out to the side porch, where Aunt Jo and Mrs. Bunker were sewing, and cried: "Oh, come quick! The poor child's caught and can't get out and I can't see her!"