Six Little Bunkers at Grandpa Ford's by Laura Lee Hope
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"No," agreed Russ. "He was saying that, 'all of a sudden,' just like in a story, you know, when----" "When you fell all of a sudden!" interrupted Rose. "I couldn't help it," declared Russ. "If you'd had the mat, I wouldn't 'a' made any noise." "Oh, well, let's go and spend our five cents," suggested Rose. "And we can tell Laddie and Vi and Margy and Mun Bun to go for theirs. We'll have to wait for them to go to the store with us, anyhow. Mun Bun and Margy can't go alone." "All right, you go and tell 'em," returned Russ. "Shall I go and listen some more at the window?" "No, I guess not," said Rose. "They might see you." For it was in listening at the window that Russ had fallen. As he had partly explained, he had climbed up the hammock, as a sailor climbs a rope. The hammock swung on the side porch, but when it was not in use it hung by one hook, rather high up, and by twisting it together it could be made into a sort of rope. Russ and Rose, as I have told you, had been listening under the porch window to what Grandpa Ford had been telling about the queer happenings at Great Hedge Estate. Just as he reached the point where he was going to tell about the |
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