"No'm, I guess nobody's hurt," answered Russ, as he climbed out from the
wreck of the barrel. "Get up," he added to his brother Laddie.

"I can't," answered Laddie. "My leg's all twisted up in the soap-box." And
so it was. A box had been put on one of the chairs, and Mun Bun and Margy
had been sitting on that. This box had fallen on Laddie's leg, which was
twisted up inside it.

"But what happened?" asked Mother Bunker again. "You really mustn't make
so much noise when you play."

"We couldn't help it, Mother," said Rose, who, being the oldest girl, was
quite a help around the house, though she was only seven years old. "The
steamboat turned over and broke all up, Mother," she went on.

"The steamboat?" repeated Mrs. Bunker.

"I made one out of the flour-barrel you let me take," explained Russ. "But
Laddie rocked inside it, and it all fell apart, and then the chairs fell
on top of us and Mun and Vi and Margy all fell out and--"

"Oh, my dears! Some of you may be hurt!" cried Mrs. Bunker, as she heard a
little sob from Mun Bun. "I must come up and see what it is all about,"
and, dropping her sewing, up the stairs she hurried.

There were six little Bunkers, as you have probably counted by this time.
Six little Bunkers, and they were such a jolly bunch of tots and had such
good times, even if a make-believe steamboat did upset now and then, that
I'm sure you'll like to hear about them.