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As soon as the Bunker family arrives home from visiting Aunt Jo in Boston, they find out that another exciting journey is in the works. Grandpa Ford pays them a visit and delivers the news that he just purchased a farm where some mysterious things have been happening. Can the Six Little Bunkers crack the case?

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 février 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776676859
Langue	English

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SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDPA FORD'S
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LAURA LEE HOPE

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Six Little Bunkers at Grandpa Ford's First published in 1918 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-685-9 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-686-6 © 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 - The Man on the Porch Chapter II - Grandpa Ford Chapter III - Something Queer Chapter IV - Russ Makes a Balloon Chapter V - The Big Bang Noise Chapter VI - Off to Great Hedge Chapter VII - Mun Bun Takes Something Chapter VIII - A Big Storm Chapter IX - At Tarrington Chapter X - Great Hedge at Last Chapter XI - The Night Noise Chapter XII - Up in the Attic Chapter XIII - The Old Spinning Wheel Chapter XIV - Coasting Fun Chapter XV - Jingling Bells Chapter XVI - Thanksgiving Fun Chapter XVII - Russ Makes Snowshoes Chapter XVIII - On Skates Chapter XIX - The Ice Boat Chapter XX - Another Night Scare Chapter XXI - Mr. White Chapter XXII - An Upset Chapter XXIII - In the Cabin Chapter XXIV - Christmas Joys Chapter XXV - The Ghost at Last
Chapter I - The Man on the Porch
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"Oh, Daddy, come and take him off! He's a terrible big one, and he'swinkin' one of his claws at me! Come and take him off!"
"All right, Mun Bun. I'll be there in just a second. Hold him underwater so he won't let go, and I'll get him for you."
Daddy Bunker, who had been reading the paper on the porch of CousinTom's bungalow at Seaview, hurried down to the little pier that wasbuilt out into Clam River. On the end of the pier stood a little boy,who was called Mun Bun, but whose real name was Munroe Ford Bunker.However, he was almost always called Mun Bun.
"Come quick, Daddy, or he'll get away!" cried Mun Bun, and he leaned alittle way over the edge of the pier to look at something which was onthe end of a line he held. The something was down under water.
"Be careful, Mun Bun! Don't fall in!" cried his father, who, havingcaught up a long-handled net, was now running down a little hill to thepier. "Be careful!" he repeated.
"I will," answered the little boy, shaking his golden hair out of hisblue eyes, as he tried to get a better view of what he had caught. "Oh,but he's a big one, and he winks his claws at me!"
"Well, as long as the crab doesn't pinch you you'll be all right," saidDaddy Bunker.
There! I meant to tell you before that Mun Bun was catching crabs, andnot fish, as you might have supposed at first. He had a long string,with a piece of meat on the end, and he had been dangling this in thewater of Clam River, from Cousin Tom's boat pier.
Then a big crab had come along and, catching hold of the chunk of meatin one claw, had tried to swim away with it to eat it in some hole onthe bottom of the inlet.
But the string, to which the meat was tied, did not let him. Mun Bunheld on to the string and as he slowly pulled it up he caught sight ofthe crab. As the little fellow had said, it was a big one, and one ofthe claws was "winkin'" at him. By that Mun Bun meant the crab wasopening and closing his claw as one opens and closes an eye.
"Hold him under water, Mun Bun, or he'll let go and drop off," calledDaddy Bunker.
"I will," answered the golden-haired boy, and he leaned still fartherover the edge of the pier to make sure the crab was still holding to thepiece of meat.
"Be careful, Mun Bun!" shouted his father. "Be careful! Oh, there yougo!"
And there Mun Bun did go! Right off the pier he fell with a big splashinto Clam River. Under the water he went, but he soon came up again,and, having held his breath, as his father had taught him to do wheneverhis head went under water, Mun Bun, after a gasp or two, was able tocry:
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, don't let him get me! Don't let the crab pinch me!"
Daddy Bunker did not answer for a moment. He was too busy to talk, forhe dropped the long-handled crab net, ran down to the pier and, jumpingoff himself, grabbed Mun Bun.
Luckily the water was not deep—hardly over Mun Bun's head—and hisfather soon lifted the little fellow up out of danger.
"There!" cried Daddy Bunker, laughing to show Mun Bun that there was nomore danger. "Now the crab can't get you!"
Mun Bun looked around to make sure, and then, seeing that he was sittingon the pier, where his father had placed him, he looked around again.
"Did you—did you get the crab?" he asked, his voice was a little choky.
"No, indeed I didn't!" laughed Mr. Bunker. "I was only trying to getyou. I told you to be careful and not lean too far over."
"Well, I—I wanted to see my crab!"
"And the crab came near getting you. Well, it can't be helped now. Youare soaking wet. I'll take you up to the bungalow and your mother canput dry clothes on you. Come along."
"But I want to get my crab, Daddy!"
"Oh, he's gone, Mun Bun. No crab would stay near the pier after allthe splashing I made when I jumped in to get you out."
"Maybe he's on my string yet," insisted the little fellow. "I tied mystring to the pier. Please, Daddy, pull it up and see if it has a crabon it."
"Well, I will," said Mun Bun's father, as he jumped up on the pier fromthe water, after having lifted out his little boy. "I'll pull up thestring, but I'm sure the crab has swum back into the ocean."
Both Mun Bun and his father were soaking wet, but as it was a hot day inOctober they did not mind. Mr. Bunker slowly pulled on the string, theend of which, as Mun Bun had said, was tied to a post on the pier.Slowly Mr. Bunker pulled in, not to scare away the crab, if there wasone, and a moment later he cried:
"Oh, there is a big one, Mun Bun! It didn't go away with all thesplashing! Run and get me the net and I'll catch it for you!"
Mun Bun ran up on shore and came back with the long-handled net Mr.Bunker had dropped. Then, holding the string, with the chunk of meat onit, in one hand, the meat being just under water, Mun Bun's fathercarefully dipped the net into the water and thrust it under the bait andthe crab.
A moment later he quickly lifted the net, and in it was a great, bigcrab—one of the largest Mr. Bunker had ever seen, and there were somebig ones in Clam River.
"Oh, you got him, didn't you!" cried Mun Bun, capering about. "Youcaught my terrible crab, didn't you, Daddy?"
"Well, I rather guess we did, Mun Bun!" exclaimed Mr. Bunker. "He is abig one, too."
Mr. Bunker turned the net over a peach basket, and the crab, slashingand snapping his claws, dropped into it. Then Mun Bun looked down athim.
"I got you, I did!" said the little boy. "My daddy and I got you, wedid."
"But it took a lot of work, Mun Bun!" laughed Mr. Bunker. "If I had tojump in and pull you out every time you wanted to catch a crab Iwouldn't like it. But he surely is a big one."
Mun Bun and his father were looking at the crab in the peach basket,when a voice called:
"Oh, what has happened to you? You are all wet!"
Mun Bun's mother came down to the pier.
"What happened?" she repeated.
"Look at the big crab I caught!" cried the little fellow. "Daddy pulledhim out for me."
"Yes, and it looks as if Daddy had pulled out something more than acrab," said Mrs. Bunker. "Did you fall in, Mun Bun?"
"No, I didn't zactly fall in. I—I just slipped."
"Oh," said Mrs. Bunker. "I thought maybe you'd say the crab pulled youin."
"Well, he pretty nearly did," said the little fellow.
"He leaned too far over the water," explained Mr. Bunker to his wife."But I soon got him out. He's all right."
"Yes, but I'll have to change his clothes. However, it isn't the firsttime. I'm getting used to it."
Well might Mrs. Bunker say that, for, since coming to Cousin Tom'sbungalow at Seaview one or more of the children had gotten wet nearlyevery day, not always from falling off the pier, but from wading, fromgoing too near the high waves at the beach, or from playing in theboats.
"Oh, look at Mun Bun!" cried another voice, as a little girl ran downthe slope from the bungalow to the pier. "He's all wet!"
"Did he fall in?" asked another little boy excitedly.
"Oh, look at the big crab!" exclaimed a girl, who, though older than MunBun, had the same light hair and blue eyes.
"Did you catch him, Mun Bun?" asked a boy, who seemed older than any ofthe six children now gathered on the pier. "Did you catch him?"
"Daddy helped me," answered Mun Bun. "And I fell in, I did!"
"That's easy to see!" laughed his mother. "Oh, did the mail come?" sheasked, for she saw that the oldest boy had some letters in his hand.
"Yes, Mother," was the answer. "Oh, look at the crab trying to get out!"and with a stick Russ, the oldest of the six little Bunkers, thrust thecreature back into the basket.
There were six of the Bunker children. I might have told you that at thestart, but I was so excited about Mun Bun falling off the pier that Iforgot about it. Anyhow now you have time to count them.
There was Russ, aged eight years; Rose, a year younger; and then cameLaddie and Violet, who was called Vi for short.
Laddie and Vi were twins. They were six years old and both had curlyhair and gray eyes.
You could tell them apart, even if they were twins, for one was a girland the other was a boy. But there was another way, for Vi was alwaysasking questions and Laddie was very fond of making up queer littleriddles. So in case you forget who is which, that will help you to know.
Then came Margy, or Margaret, who was five years old. She had dark hairand eyes, and next to her was the one I have already told you about—MunBun. He was four years old.
While the six little Bunke