Six Little Bunkers at Grandma Bell's

one hurt, children? What did you do?" she asked, as she stood, with some sewing in her hands, at the

hat used to noises. One could not live in the hou

as he climbed out from the wreck of the barr

was. A box had been put on one of the chairs, and Mun Bun and Margy had been sitt

Bunker again. "You really mustn't

was quite a help around the house, though she was only seven years o

at?" repeate

. "But Laddie rocked inside it, and it all fell apart, and then the

heard a little sob from Mun Bun. "I must come up and see what it

nkers, and they were such a jolly bunch of tots and had such good times, even if a make

s real name, but he was always called Russ. He was e

e sweeping and lots of dusting, and was quite a little mother's helper. R

h gray eyes, and, as I have told you, she could ask m

served ten years in the army, and who never tired of telling about it. Jerry was a not-to-be-mistaken Yankee who worked around the Bunker house-ran the automobile, took out the furnace ashes and,

hard ones-such as why does the ginger snap, and what makes

Laddie and Violet came Margy, aged five, and then Mun B

main street of Pineville. In his office, Mr. Bunker bought and sold houses for his customers, and

her husband called her "Amy Bell," for her l

The river was called Rainbow because, just before it got to Pineville, it bent, or curved, like a bow. And, of cou

street, and was not quite a mile away from Mr. Bunker's real estate office, so i

perhaps I had better tell you the names of some of these la

She and "Grandpa Ford" lived just outside the City of Tarrington, New York. "Great Hedge Estate" was the name of Grandpa

took, Maine. She was a widow, Grandpa Bell having died some y

d now lived in a fine house in the Back Bay section of Boston. Uncle Frederick Bell, who was Mot

coast, I believe you have met the most important of the relatives of the six little Bunkers. You see they had a grandfather, and two grandmoth

happened after the steamboat broke to pieces because Laddie jiggled

unker, as she saw the confused mass of children, barrel staves,

led his leg out from where it was doubl

Russ. "Did I fal

didn't hur

er, pulling the little boy out f

o tears in her eyes, he made up his mind that he could be as bra

a bounce o

n't a bump you're lucky,

taves. The doll's bathing-dress was torn, but Rose sai

e did this. "Did somebody hit your s

all right," Russ

made it?"

sk so many questions,

bed his leg where it had been a little scratched

that!" inte

He was always ready to do that. "This one is going t

er to that!" declared Russ. "A

t," he explained, "I didn't think that riddle up," he added, for Laddie was quite honest. "Jerry Sim

Mrs. Bunker with a smile. "But I

?" asked Rose with a laugh

ered Mrs. Bunker. "But what c

at Russ, as the one best fi

e the flour barrel you let me take. He was the fireman. I sat outside the barr

s on the rough ocean where the water is ten miles deep," inte

ll in!" added R

rubbing his back. "But it di

got to playing with it," said Mrs. Bunker. "Well, I'm glad it was no worse. At first i

Rose, looking out of a window. "

r. "But you must put on your rubbers, fo

arted to go outdoors. It was a warm day, late in June, and

t on the side porch they saw t

ime, and daddy's coming

'pose he wants

break and came up to see

arrel break away down t

e house, saw her husband approaching.

"has anything happened? What is

om my office, and I came to see if they were on my desk in the house. Hello, children!" he called to the six lit

rrying him, his