"I don't care! When I get some real candy I won't give you any!" cried
Violet.

"Here comes Margy with the cakes!" exclaimed Rose. "Now we'll have the
soap-bubble party."

"But don't get any soap on your cake, or it won't taste nice," warned
Mother Bunker. "Now play nicely. Has the postman been past yet?"

"Not yet, Mother," answered Russ. "Do you think he is going to bring you
a letter?"

"He may, yes."

"Will it be a letter asking us to come some other place to have a good
time for the rest of the summer?" Rose wanted to know. For the six
little Bunkers were paying a visit to Aunt Jo in Boston, and expected to
leave shortly.

"I don't know just what kind of letter I shall get," said Mrs. Bunker
with a smile, "but I hope it will be a nice one. Now have your party,
and see who can blow the largest bubbles."

"Let's eat our cake and cookies first," said Russ. "Then we can't get
any soap on 'em."

"Why not?" asked Violet, who seemed especially fond of asking questions
this day.

"'Cause they'll be inside us--I mean the cookies will," explained Russ.