SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDMA BELL'S




CHAPTER I

ALL UPSET


"There! It's all done, so I guess we can get on and start off! All aboard!
Toot! Toot!" Russ Bunker made a noise like a steamboat whistle. "Get on!"
he cried.

"Oh, wait a minute! I forgot to put the broom in the corner," said Rose,
his sister. "I was helping mother sweep, and I forgot to put the broom
away. Wait for me, Russ! Don't let the boat start without me!"

"I won't," promised the little boy, as he tossed back a lock of dark hair
which had straggled down over his eyes. They were dark, too, and, just
now, were shining in eagerness as he looked at a queer collection of a
barrel, a box, some chairs, a stool and a few boards, piled together in
the middle of the playroom floor.

"The steamboat will wait for you, Rose," Russ Bunker went on. "But hurry
back," and he began to whistle a merry tune as he moved a footstool over
to one side. "That's one of the paddle-wheels," he told his smaller
brother Laddie, whose real name was Fillmore, but who was always called