Six Little Bunkers at Aunt Jo's

l, looked up just in time to see Laddie, Violet,

n!" she cried. "Wh

e back Ladd

n the woods, an' they're callin' to

ait for me!" she continued. "Russ-Rose! Come off the

ed Grandma Bell, as she sa

ean," was Mrs. Bunker's answer. "I can'

told them to, and got off, Mrs. Bunker started after the other childr

e counted. Russ, or Russell, to give him the whole of his name, was eight years old. He was the oldest, a great boy for making things to play with, such

s helper," and often sang as she washed the dishes or did the dustin

e gray, and whether that made him so fond of making up riddles, or of asking those others made up, I can't say. Anyhow he did it. His twin sister loved to ask ques

other was a year younger. He had blue eyes and golden h

, and was on the Rainbow River. About twenty thousand people lived in Pineville, and it was a very nice place indee

se and looking after the six little Bunkers. Her name was Amy,

two other members of the "family"-Norah O'Grady, the good-natured Irish cook, and Jerry Simms, the man who had once been a soldi

epfather. He was kind and good, and had loved Daddy Bunker when Daddy Bunker was a little boy, and now loved the six little Bunkers as well

who lived in Boston; Uncle Frederick Bell, of Moon City, Montana;

ndma Bell, in Maine, and how they helped solve a mystery and find some valuable

ma Bell's. They spent the last of July and the first part of August there, and n

ing. The children's play had been stopped by the voice in

d you heard calling?" asked Mrs. B

nswered Laddie. "I

s a little gir

, who had come with Mother Bun

ough, the voic

get me!

a Bell. "I wonder whose l

" said Violet, "'ca

we must find out who it is. Come on, children. Are we

no, i

so they kept on with the queer hunt. Every now and then th

ar some o

voice cal

get me!

in that direction!" e

es, from which the voice seemed to come.

ou! Now come right here to

that is!" excla

could ask they hea

oll! Pretty Poll! Po

if you fly out of your cage again," said a man's voice. "You'll

nny voice, and then came a

" shouted Laddie. "I can

led by Bill Hixon's parrot, children, just as you were teased once before. It

ut from behind a tree. "Were you after him, too?" he asked, as he held ou

parrot calling, and thought it was a lost child,

for him ever since. I followed along through these woods, because a man said he had seen a green bird flying about in here, and, surely en

Laddie. "But I though

was a little gir

looked at the green parrot on Mr. Hixon's finger. The bir

, but I won't like you if you get out of your cage again," he said. "She

remember the day the six little Bunkers first came, and Polly

r from Grandma Bell's. "But I think I'll have to get her a new

Polly wants a sweet crac

Hixon, with a laugh. "I'm sorry my parrot fooled you, and

er Bunker. "We didn't mind huntin

s?" asked the owner of the green p

a Bell. "The other two, Russ and Rose, are playing st

" cried Mr. Hix

ives in Boston," explained Mrs. Bunker. "She wrote and ask

the six little Bunkers wh

randma Bell. "But they ar

it here,"

d lots of fun

e fun at Aunt Jo

anywhere, you six," said Mr. Hixon with a lau

!" said t

" echoed t

d the four children went back

uss and Rose, who were wa

ody was lost in the w

. Hixon's parr

went back t

pack the things they had broug

We're going to Aunt Jo's!"

added Russ. "And we'll h

other Bunker, started for Aunt Jo's. They hardly even dreamed of all the good