Six Little Bunkers at Grandma Bell's by Laura Lee Hope
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And it was in bringing his toy balloon home, on the end of a long string, letting it float in the air over his head that Mun Bun had had the accident at the tree when the blown-up rubber bag got caught in the branch. He wouldn't leave it, of course, and Rose ran to tell her mother. That's how it all happened. "Well, come in to lunch now!" called Mrs. Bunker to the other children, who were, playing in the yard. "And don't go away from the house this afternoon. It's quite warm, and I don't want any of you to go off in the blazing sun. If you do we can't go to Grandma Bell's." This was enough to make them all promise they would spend the afternoon in the shade near the house, while Mrs. Bunker and Norah went on with the packing of the trunks. A great many things must be taken along on the visit to Maine, when so many children have to be looked after. They used up much clothing. "How long're we going to stay at Grandma Bell's?" asked Russ, as he left the dining-room after lunch. "Oh, perhaps a month," his mother answered. "She told us to come and stay as long as we liked, but I hardly think we shall be there all summer." "Shall we come back home?" asked Rose. "I hardly know," said Mrs. Bunker. "We may go to visit some of your cousins or aunts--land knows you have enough!" "Oh, wouldn't it be fun if we could go out West to Uncle Fred's ranch?" |
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