Six Little Bunkers at Cousin Tom's

n without knowing that, nearly every day, some one of them would fall down and bump a nose, cut a finger, get caught

to herself, as she ran along. "I'm af

and his sister, where they had gone to dig their sand house,

d Mrs. Bunker. "What h

r!" answered Russ. "But she's in th

ard the children; at least towa

down on her," explained Russ. "I tried to pull her

appened! I wish I had stopped f

out like an Indian doing a war dance. But Russ was not doin

sister?" aske

swered Russ

But there was more than this the matter. For Rose was down in a hole, and the sand had caved in on her feet and legs, coverin

e girl, tears streaming down her cheek

d Mrs. Bunker. "I'll soon have you out. Get a shov

he little boy. He had s

asked his mother, looking about

g clam shells," he answered. "H

aster with a regular one. However, she had to do the best she could, and really the shell scooped the sand out

e in on you and cover your head," said

"We were going to put some sticks across the top, when we got it deep enough to stand up in, and put so

g better. She scooped the sand up to me and I put it in a heap on the beach. And then

for breath. "And then Russ screamed for you and-and-Oh, I'm so glad you came!" and Rose

h deep sand holes, or, if you do, don't get into them. Sand, you know, is no

e something to play

t want you to get hurt," said Mrs. Bunker. "Can't you make a little playhouse

ose. "Let's make a wooden house on t

play pirates!" ad

though her dress was a little damp, for the sand, as o

chips, and after Rose had been dug out of the sand house she and Russ began gatherin

not to dig deep holes, left them on the beach to

front of the house, on a bit of green lawn. Laddie and Vi, who had walked up and down the beach, look

u making?" a

w," answered Russ

answere

g to put in it? Will it be big enough for all

questions you can't play!" said Rose.

just one mo

?" asked Ru

on my hands and then I put my finger in my mouth and it tasted just lik

o up. But come on, and let's build the bungalow. I'll

d riddle about a pirate, but I can't think of it now

irates, too

s. "You can be our prisoners.

What's the

ow, 'cause I saw some pictures of 'em in a book. Pir

d Rose. "I was in the sand house whe

ained Russ. "Pirates always have to fe

ne, 'cause I'm

s I'd rather be a prisoner than a pirate, Russ. You

ot to get a lot more wood to make this p

e saw his brother sitting down on a pile of