slim body bent and twisted at a curious angle. With a resounding slap of
the sole of his shoe on the floor he brought the dance to an end and
fell panting into his chair.

"You're some dancer, Sam," cried the eager Annie. "Ain't he, Parker?"

"What do you call that figure?" demanded Parker. "A pigeon-wing?"

"Dat's what it is," breathed Sam, smiling widely. "My own particular
invention, dat is. Nobody can't do dat like I can. No, suh!"

Just then their Mother called the six little Bunkers upstairs, and they
had to leave the kitchen. But they would all have liked to see Sam cut
that pigeon-wing again.




CHAPTER V

OFF FOR SUMMER SEAS


How busy the six little Bunkers were on the next day you can easily
imagine. Such a packing of bags and steamer trunks! Though of course
Mother Bunker did most of that, although Rose helped some. And such a
running about the bedrooms and upper halls of Aunt Jo's house asking if
this thing shouldn't be put in, or that thing shouldn't be left out!

The little people could think of more articles that might be needed down