"Oh, that's all right," the woman answered with a laugh. "You couldn't help it. I have a little boy of my own, and he likes to fly his kite, but he never got it tangled in my hat, that I remember. But it's all right. No harm is done. I can pin my hat on again, but my hair is rather mussed up, I'm afraid." "You could go into my Aunt Jo's house and fix it," said Russ politely. "She has a looking-glass." "Has she? That's nice," said the lady with another laugh. "But I have a little one of my own. See!" She opened her purse and showed a tiny, round mirror fastened inside. "If you'll hold that up, so I can see myself in it, I can put my hat on again and it will be all right," she went on. This Russ did. His kite had fallen to the street, but it was not torn and was all right for putting up again. So he held the woman's mirror, which was in her pocketbook, as well as he could, while she smoothed out her hair and straightened her hat. Then, with a smile and a bow, she said: "There! Is it all right?" "It looks nice--just like my mother's," answered Russ, and the woman laughed as she took back her purse. "Did you lose a pocketbook?" asked Russ. "No," was the answer. "Why do you ask?" "'Cause my sister Rose found one, and it had some money in, but nobody ever came to get it." "Well, I hope you can fly your kite again," said the woman, as she walked away. Russ picked up his kite and went back to the vacant lot with it. He tried to fly it, but the wind had gone down, and the toy would not rise. Laddie's, too, had begun to bob about, and he said: "I guess I'll pull mine down before it falls." "Well, we had some fun, anyhow," remarked Russ. It was the next day, a fine, sunny one, that Rose and Violet, having played with their dolls until they were tired, wanted to do something else. Daddy Bunker had taken Russ and Laddie to a moving picture show, but as Rose and Violet had seen it once, they did not want to go again. Margy and Mun Bun were asleep, and the two girls didn't know what to play. "I know how to have some fun," said Rose at last. "How?" asked her sister. "We can jump rope. I know where there's a piece of clothesline that Aunt Jo'll let us take." "How can two of us jump rope?" asked Vi. "We'd both have to turn, so who could jump?" "We can tie one end to a tree, and take turns turning," said Rose. "Then one of us can jump, and whoever misses has to turn for the other." "Oh, yes, we can do it that way," assented Vi. So the two little girls ran to get the clothesline and soon they were jumping rope. "It's lots of fun," said Vi, when it was her turn to have "three slow--pepper," while Rose turned, the other end of the rope being fast to a tree. CHAPTER XXI MUN BUN IN A HOLE While Rose turned, Vi jumped, and the little girl was getting along nicely when she tripped, or the rope caught on her foot, and stopped. "Now it's my turn!" exclaimed Rose. "You missed, and you have to turn for me."