Six Little Bunkers at Grandma Bell's by Laura Lee Hope
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"Yep--but it didn't hurt me much."
"My dear Mun Bun!" said his mother, pulling the little boy out from under a chair. "Are _you_ hurt?" Munroe Bunker was going to cry, but when he saw that Margy had no tears in her eyes, he made up his mind that he could be as brave as his little sister. So he squeezed back his tears and said: "I just got a bounce on my head." "Well, as long as it wasn't a bump you're lucky," said Russ with a laugh. Vi pulled her doll out from under the pile of barrel staves. The doll's bathing-dress was torn, but Rose said that didn't matter because it was an old one anyhow. "What made it break?" asked Vi as she did this. "Did somebody hit your steamboat, Russ? Or did it just sink?" "I guess it sank all right," Russ answered, laughing. "Well, what made it?" went on Vi. "Oh, my dear! Don't ask so many questions," begged Mrs. Bunker. "I got a new riddle," announced Laddie, as he rubbed his leg where it had been a little scratched on a box. "It's a riddle about a wheelbarrow and----" |
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