Grandma Bell was Mrs. Bunker's mother, and lived at Lake Sagatook, Maine.
She was a widow, Grandpa Bell having died some years ago. Margy, or
Margaret, had been named for Grandma Bell.

Then there was Aunt Josephine Bunker, or Aunt Jo, Mr. Bunker's sister. She
had never married, and now lived in a fine house in the Back Bay section
of Boston. Uncle Frederick Bell, who was Mother Bunker's brother, lived
with his wife, on Three Star Ranch, just outside Moon City in Montana.

And now, when I have mentioned Cousin Tom Bunker, who had recently been
married, and who lived with his wife Ruth at Seaview, on the New Jersey
coast, I believe you have met the most important of the relatives of the
six little Bunkers. You see they had a grandfather, and two grandmothers,
some aunts, an uncle and a cousin. Well supplied with nice relatives, were
the six little Bunkers, and thus they had many places to visit.

But I'll tell you about that part later on. Just now we must see what
happened after the steamboat broke to pieces because Laddie jiggled
himself inside the barrel, when Russ was sitting on the outside of it.

"Are you sure none of you is hurt? You look so!" cried Mother Bunker, as
she saw the confused mass of children, barrel staves, box, footstool and
chairs in the middle of the playroom floor.

"I'm all right," said Laddie, as he pulled his leg out from where it was
doubled up in the box, and stood up straight.

"So'm I," added Russ. "Did I fall on you, Laddie?"