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When Mr. Bunker learns that he has to take a business trip, the whole Bunker family decides to tag along. After an exciting sea voyage, the Bunker family explores the genteel South, learns about plantation life, and makes a few new friends along the way.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 février 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776676835
Langue	English

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SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT MAMMY JUNE'S
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LAURA LEE HOPE

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Six Little Bunkers at Mammy June's First published in 1922 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-683-5 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-684-2 © 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 - An Eskimo Igloo Chapter II - The Snowman Chapter III - Uncle Sam's Nephew Chapter IV - Daddy's News Chapter V - Off for Summer Seas Chapter VI - The Sea-Eagle Chapter VII - A Signal of Distress Chapter VIII - A Great Deal of Excitement Chapter IX - Russ's Secret Chapter X - Charleston and the Fleet Chapter XI - The Meiggs Plantation Chapter XII - Mammy June Chapter XIII - The Catfish Chapter XIV - Mammy June Helps Chapter XV - When Christmas is Fourth of July Chapter XVI - A Letter and a Big Light Chapter XVII - Mammy June in Peril Chapter XVIII - The Twins in Trouble Chapter XIX - In Mammy June's Room Chapter XX - Goosey-Goosey-Gander Chapter XXI - Rose Has an Idea Chapter XXII - The Strange Cry Chapter XXIII - A Four-Legged Ghost Chapter XXIV - An Exciting Time Chapter XXV - That Pigeon Wing
Chapter I - An Eskimo Igloo
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"How could William get the croup that way?" Violet asked with muchemphasis.
Of course, Vi was always asking questions—so many questions, indeed,that it was often impossible for her elders to answer them all; andcertainly Rose and Russ Bunker, who were putting together a "cut-up"puzzle on the table, could not be bothered by Vi's insistence.
"I don't see how he could have got the croup that way," repeated thesmaller girl. There were six of the little Bunkers, and Vi and Laddiewere twins. She said to Laddie, who was looking on at the puzzle making:"Do you know how William did it, Laddie?"
Laddie, whose real name wasn't "Laddie" at all, but Fillmore Bunker,shook his head decidedly.
"I don't know," he told his twin sister. "Not unless it is a riddle:'How did William get the croup?'"
"He hasn't got the croup," put in Rose, for just a moment giving thetwins her attention.
"Why—ee!" cried Vi. "Aunt Jo said he had!"
"She didn't," returned Rose rather shortly and not at all politely.
"She did so!" rejoined Vi instantly, for although she and Rose lovedeach other very much they were not always in agreement. Vi's gray eyessnapped she was so vexed. "Aunt Jo said that a window got broke in—inthe neu-ral-gi-a and William had to drive a long way yesterday and thewind blew on him and he got the croup."
"Was that the way of it?" said Laddie, thoughtfully. "Wait a minute, Vi.I've most got it—"
"You're not going to have the croup!" declared his twin. "You never hadit! But I have had the croup, and I didn't catch it the way Williamdid."
"No-o," admitted Laddie. "But—but I'm catching a new riddle if you'donly wait a minute for me to get it straight."
"Pooh!" said Vi. "Who cares anything about your old riddle? Br-r-r! it'scold in this room. Maybe we'll all get the croup if we can't have abetter fire."
"It isn't the croup you mean, Vi," put in Rose again, but withoutstopping to explain to her smaller sister where and how she was wrongabout William's illness.
"Say, Russ, why don't the steampipes hum any more?" broke in the voiceof Margy, the next to the very littlest Bunker, who was playing withthat latter very important person at one of the great windowsoverlooking the street.
Russ chuckled. He had just put the very last crooked piece of the puzzleinto place.
"You don't expect to see humming birds in winter, do you, Margy?" heasked.
"Just the same, winter is the time for steampipes to hum," said Rose,shivering a little. "Oh! See! It's beginning to snow!"
"So 'tis," cried Russ, who was the oldest of the six. "Supposing itshould be a blizzard, Rose Bunker?"
"S'posing it should!" repeated his sister, quite as much excited as Russwas at such a prospect.
"Buzzards fly and eat dead things. We saw 'em in Texas at CowboyJack's," announced Laddie, forgetting his riddle-making for the moment.
"That is right, Laddie," agreed Rose kindly. "But we're not talkingabout buzzards, but about blizzards. Blizzards are big snowstorms—biggerthan you ever remember, I guess."
"Oh!" said Laddie doubtfully. "Were we talking about—about blizzards?"
"No, we weren't!" exclaimed Vi, almost stamping her foot. "We weretalking about William's croup—"
"He hasn't got the croup, I tell you, Vi," Rose said wearily.
"He has. Aunt Jo—"
"In the first place," interrupted Rose quite decidedly, "only childrenhave croup. It isn't a grown-up disease."
This announcement silenced even Violet for the moment. She stared ather older sister, round-eyed.
"Do—do diseases have to grow up, too?" she finally gasped.
"Oh, dear me, Vi Bunker!" exclaimed Rose, "I wish you didn't ask so manyquestions."
"Why not?" promptly inquired the smaller girl.
"We-ell, it's so hard to answer them," Rose frankly admitted. "Diseasesdon't grow up, I guess, but folks grow up and leave diseases like croup,and measles, and chicken-pox, behind them."
"And cut fingers and bumps?" asked Laddie, who had almost forgotten theriddle about William's croup that he was striving to make.
But Vi did not forget the croup. One could trust Vi never to forgetanything about which she once set out to gather information.
"But how did William catch the croup through a broken window in theneu-ral-gi-a?" she demanded. "When I had croup I got my feet wet first."
"He hasn't got the croup!" Rose cried again, while Russ began to laughheartily.
"Oh, Vi!" Russ said, "you got it twisted. William caught cold drivingAunt Jo's coupé with the window broken in it. He's got neuralgia fromthat."
"And isn't there any croup about it?" Laddie demanded rather sadly."Then I'll have to start making my riddle all over again."
"Will that be awful hard to do, Laddie?" asked his twin. "Why! makingriddles must be worse than having neu-ral-gi-a—or croup."
"Well, it's harder," sighed her brother. "It's easy to catch—Oh! Oh!Russ! Rose! I got it!"
"You haven't neuralgia, like poor William," announced Rose withconfidence.
"Listen!" announced the glowing Laddie. "What is it that's so easy tocatch but nobody runs after?"
"Huh! is that a riddle?" asked Russ.
"Course it's a riddle."
"A wubber ball," guessed Mun Bun, coming from the window against thepanes of which the snow was now beating rapidly.
"No," Laddie said.
"A coupé!" exclaimed Violet.
"Huh! No!" said her twin in disdain.
Margy asked if he meant a kittie. She had been chasing one all over thehouse that morning while Russ and Rose had been to market with theiraunt, and she did not think a kitten easy to catch at all.
"'Tisn't anything with a tail or claws," crowed the delighted Laddie.
"I bet it's that neuralgia William's got," laughed Russ.
"No-o. It isn't just that," his smaller brother said.
"And you'd better not say 'bet,' Russ Bunker," advised Rose wisely. "Youknow Aunt Jo says that's not nice."
"You just said it," Russ rejoined, grinning. "Twice."
"Oh, I never did!" cried his sister.
"Didn't you just say I'd 'better not say bet?'" demanded Russ. "Well,then count 'em! 'Bet' out of 'better' is one, and 'bet' makes two—"
"I never said it the way you did," began Rose, quite put out, whenLaddie began to clamor:
"Tell me my riddle! You can't—none of you. 'What is it that's so easyto catch but nobody runs after?'"
"I don't know, Laddie," said Rose.
"I give it up," said Russ.
"Do you all give it up?" cried Laddie, almost dancing in his glee.
"What is it?" asked Vi.
"Why, the thing that's so easy to catch but nobody runs after, is acold!" announced her twin very proudly.
"And I'm so-o cold," announced Mun Bun, hanging to Rose's skirt whilethe older ones laughed with Laddie. "Don't Aunt Jo ever have it warm inher house—like it is at home?"
"Of course she does, Mun Bun," said Rose, quickly hugging the littlefellow. "But poor William is sick and nobody knows how to tend to theheating plant as well as he does. And so—Why, Russ, Mun Bun is cold!His hands are like ice."
"And so are my hands!" cried Margy, running hastily from the window."We've been trying to catch the snowflakes through the windowpane."
"No wonder your hands are cold," said Rose admonishingly.
Russ began to cast about in his ingenious mind for some means of gettingthe younger children's attention off the discomfort of a room thetemperature of which was down to sixty. In one corner were two stacks ofsectional bookcases which Aunt Jo had just bought, but which had nobooks in them and no glass fronts. Russ considered them for a moment,and then looked all about the room.
"I tell you what," he said, slowly. "You know when they took us to theSportsman's Show last week at Mechanic's Hall? Don't you remember aboutthat Eskimo igloo that they had built of ice in the middle of theskating pond? Let's build an igloo like that, and get into it and keepwarm."
"O-oo!" gasped Vi, "how can you do that?"
"Where will you get any ice?" Laddie demanded.
"Goodness! it's cold enough in here without bringing in ice," announcedRose with confidence.
"We won't build the igloo of ice blocks," said Russ quite calmly. "Butwe'll make believe it is ice."
"I'd rather do that," Laddie agreed. "For make-believe ice can't be sowet and cold as real ice, can it?"
"What you going to make your make-believe ice out of, Russ?" demandedVi, the exceedingly practical.
Russ at once set them all to work, clearing the middle of the room andbringing up hassocks and small benches and some other article