Six Little Bunkers at Grandpa Ford's by Laura Lee Hope
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to be blown up, and I guess your horse did too, Miss. I'm very sorry for
the fright I caused you. I'll not start my auto again until you drive on. Then, if it should happen to back-fire again, your horse will not mind it so much." "Thank you," the young lady said. "But I do not want to drive on right away. I came to see you," she announced to Grandpa Ford. "To see me?" and Mr. Ford was quite surprised. "You drove up here to see me?" "Yes, if you are Mr. Munroe Ford." And the young lady smiled pleasantly. "Yes, that's my name," said Mr. Bunker's stepfather. "And if you don't believe me you can ask these boys," and he pointed to Russ and Laddie, who were staring at the pretty young lady. "Only," went on the old gentleman, "they would probably say I was 'Grandpa Ford,' and so I am, to them." "That's who he is," declared Russ. "He's grandpa to all us six little Bunkers," added Laddie. "We thought it was a big cannon," he went on, speaking about the noise. "I seem to have stirred up some excitement," remarked the man who owned the new automobile. "I had better get away from here before I have the police after me," and he laughed, to show he was only joking. Of course it was not his fault that the automobile made so much noise. "If you are not going to drive on, to get out of the way of my machine, |
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