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With six children under the age of 10, the Bunker family can be a handful. In this volume of the popular children's series, the Bunkers pay a visit to their Cousin Tom, who lives near the seashore. Lots of silly hijinks ensue, but amidst all the happiness and hilarity, the children manage to lose a few items with a lot of sentimental value. Will they be able to find them before their vacation ends?

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 décembre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776673438
Langue	English

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SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COUSIN TOM'S
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LAURA LEE HOPE

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Six Little Bunkers at Cousin Tom's First published in 1918 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-343-8 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-344-5 © 2015 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter I - Sammie's Story Chapter II - Treasure Hopes Chapter III - On the Boat Chapter IV - A Mix-Up Chapter V - Margy's Crawl Chapter VI - At Cousin Tom's Chapter VII - Digging for Gold Chapter VIII - Rose's Locket Chapter IX - The Sand House Chapter X - The Pirate Bungalow Chapter XI - Going Crabbing Chapter XII - "They're Loose!" Chapter XIII - In the Boat Chapter XIV - Violet's Doll Chapter XV - The Box on the Beach Chapter XVI - Caught by the Tide Chapter XVII - Marooned Chapter XVIII - The Marshmallow Roast Chapter XIX - The Sallie Growler Chapter XX - The Walking Fish Chapter XXI - The Queer Box Again Chapter XXII - The Upset Boat Chapter XXIII - The Sand Fort Chapter XXIV - A Mysterious Enemy Chapter XXV - The Treasure
Chapter I - Sammie's Story
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They were playing on the lawn of Aunt Jo's house—the little Bunkers,six of them. You could count them, if you wanted to, but it was ratherhard work, as they ran about so—like chickens, Mrs. Bunker was wont tosay—that it was hard to keep track of them. So you might take my wordfor it, now, that there were six of them, and count them afterward, ifyou care to.
"Come on!" cried the eldest Bunker—Russ, who was eight years old. "Comeon, Rose, let's have some fun."
"What'll we do?" asked Rose, Russ' sister, who was about a year younger."I'm not going to roll on the grass, 'cause I've got a clean dress on,and mother said I wasn't to spoil it."
"Pooh! Clean grass like Aunt Jo's won't spoil any dress," said Russ."Anyhow, I'm not going to roll much more. Let's get the pipes and seewho can blow the biggest soap bubbles."
"Oh, I want to do that!" cried Vi, or Violet, who was, you might say,the third little Bunker, being the third oldest, except Laddie, ofcourse. "What makes so many colors come in soap bubbles when you blowthem?" she asked.
"The soap," answered Russ, getting up after a roll on the grass, andbrushing his clothes. "It's the soap that does it."
"But soap isn't that color when we wash ourselves with it," went on Vi."And what makes bubbles burst when you blow 'em too big?"
"I don't know," answered Russ. Like many an older person, he did not tryto answer all Vi's questions. She asked too many of them.
"Let's blow the bubbles," suggested Rose. "Then maybe we can see whatmakes 'em burst!"
"Come on, Margy and Mun Bun!" called Vi to two other and smallerBunkers, a little boy and girl who were digging little holes in a sandyplace in the yard of Aunt Jo's home. "Come on; we're going to blowbubbles!"
These two little Bunkers left their play and hastened to join theothers. At the same time a boy with curly hair and gray eyes, who wasViolet's twin, dropped some pieces of wood, which he had been trying tomake into some sort of toy, and came running along the path.
"I want to blow some bubbles, too!" he said.
"We'll all blow them!" called Rose, who had a sort of "little mother"air about her when the smaller children were with her. "We'll have asoap-bubble party!"
"Shall we have things to eat?" asked Mun Bun.
"'Course we will," cried Margy, the little girl who had been playingwith him in the sand. "We always has good things to eat at parties;don't we, Rose?"
"Well, maybe we can get some cookies from Aunt Jo," said Rose. "You canrun and ask her."
Off started Margy, eager to get the good things to eat. It would notseem like a party, even with soap bubbles, unless there were things toeat! All the six little Bunkers felt this.
While Margy was running along the walk that led to the kitchen, whereAunt Jo's good-natured cook might be expected to hand out cookies andcakes, another little Bunker, who was walking beside Violet, the one whohad been trying to make something out of pieces of wood, called out:
"Nobody can guess what I have in my mouth!"
"Is that a riddle, Laddie?" asked Russ. For Laddie was the name of thegray-eyed and curly-haired boy, and he was very fond of askingpuzzle-questions. "Is it a riddle?" Russ repeated.
"Sort of," admitted Laddie. "Who can guess what I have in my mouth?"
"Oh, it's candy!" cried Violet, as she saw one of her brother's cheekspuffed out. "It's candy! Give me some, Laddie!"
"Nope. 'Tisn't candy!" he cried. "You must guess again!"
Nothing pleased Laddie more than to make his brothers and sisters guesshis riddles.
"Is it a piece of cake?" asked Mun Bun.
"Nope!"
"Then 'tis so candy!" insisted Violet. And then, seeing her mothercoming down the side porch, she cried: "Mother, make Laddie give me someof his candy! He's got a big piece in his mouth, and he won't give meany!"
"I haven't any candy!" declared Laddie. "I only asked her if she couldguess what I had."
"'Tis so candy!" insisted Violet again.
"No, 'tisn't!" disputed Laddie.
"Children! Children!" said Mrs. Bunker softly. "I don't like my sixlittle toadikins to talk this way. Where's Margy?" she asked as she"counted noses," which she called looking about to see if all six of thechildren were present.
"Margy's gone to get some cakes, 'cause we're going to have asoap-bubble party," explained Russ.
"What makes so many pretty colors come in the bubbles, Mother?" askedViolet.
"It is the light shining through, just as the sun shines through thewater in the sky after the rain, making the rainbow."
"Oh," said Violet. She didn't understand very well about it, but herquestion had been answered, anyhow. "And now what's Laddie got in hismouth?" she went on. "Make him give me some, Mother!"
"I can't, 'cause it's only my tongue, and I can't take it out!" laughedLaddie, and he showed how he had thrust his tongue to one side, bulgingout his cheek, so it really did look as though he had a piece of candyin his mouth.
"That's the time I fooled you with a riddle!" he said to Violet. "It wasonly my tongue!"
"I don't care! When I get some real candy I won't give you any!" criedViolet.
"Here comes Margy with the cakes!" exclaimed Rose. "Now we'll have thesoap-bubble party."
"But don't get any soap on your cake, or it won't taste nice," warnedMother Bunker. "Now play nicely. Has the postman been past yet?"
"Not yet, Mother," answered Russ. "Do you think he is going to bring youa letter?"
"He may, yes."
"Will it be a letter asking us to come some other place to have a goodtime for the rest of the summer?" Rose wanted to know. For the sixlittle Bunkers were paying a visit to Aunt Jo in Boston, and expected toleave shortly.
"I don't know just what kind of letter I shall get," said Mrs. Bunkerwith a smile, "but I hope it will be a nice one. Now have your party,and see who can blow the largest bubbles."
"Let's eat our cake and cookies first," said Russ. "Then we can't getany soap on 'em."
"Why not?" asked Violet, who seemed especially fond of asking questionsthis day.
"'Cause they'll be inside us—I mean the cookies will," explained Russ.
"Oh, that would make a good riddle!" exclaimed Laddie. "I'm going tomake up one about that."
The children went out to the garage, where there was a room in whichthey often played. There they ate their cookies and cakes, and thenRuss and Rose made some bowls of soapy water, and with clay pipes, whichthe little Bunkers had bought for their play, they began to blowbubbles. They made large and small ones, and nearly all of them had thepretty colors that Violet had asked about.
They took one of the robes from Aunt Jo's automobile, and, spreadingthis out on the grass, they blew bubbles and let them fall on the cloth.The bubbles bounced up, sometimes making several bounds before theyburst.
"Oh, this is lots of fun!" cried Laddie. "It's more fun than makingriddles."
"I wondered why you hadn't asked one," said Russ with a laugh. "Oh!" hesuddenly exclaimed, for he had happened to laugh just as he was blowinga big bubble, and it burst, scattering a little fine spray of soapywater in his face.
Margy giggled delightedly.
"I like this!" said Mun Bun, as he put his pipe down into the bowl ofwater and blew a big string of little bubbles.
Just then a voice called:
"Hey, Russ! Where are you?"
"Back here! Come on!" answered Russ, laying aside his pipe.
"Who is it?" asked Rose.
"It's Sammie Brown, the boy we met the other day when we went toNantasket Beach," Russ explained. "He lives about two blocks from here,and I told him to come over and see us. Here he is now!" and he pointedto a boy, about his own age, who was coming up the walk.
"Hello, Sammie!" greeted Russ. "Want to blow bubbles?"
"Yes," was the answer, and a pipe was found for Sammie. He seemed toknow how to use it, for he blew bubbles bigger than any one else.
"What's inside the bubbles?" asked Violet, who simply had to ask anotherquestion. "Is it water?"
"No, it's air," said Sammie. "If you could blow a bubble big enough toget inside of you could breathe the air, just like outside. Only when itwas all breathed up you'd have to get more."
"Would you, really?" asked Rose.
"Sure," Sammie answered.
"How do you know?" Violet questioned.
"'Cause my father's a sea captain, and he takes divers out on his boatand they go down after things that sink. The divers have air pumped tothem, and they wear a big thing on their heads like a soap bubble, onlyit's called a helmet. This is pumped full of air