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"Yes; it is quite apparent that the Blithers family intends to have a title at any cost," she said, and her eyes flashed. "Would you like to take a few turns, Miss Guile?" he inquired, a trace of nervousness in his manner. "I think I can take you safely over the hurdles and around the bunkers."
And when Laddie had made some other guesses, and when Russ, Rose and the remaining little Bunkers had tried to give a reason, Daddy Bunker said: "Our horse eats oats because he is hungry, the same as any other horse! You mustn't always try to guess the hardest answers to riddles, Laddie. Try the easy ones first!" And then, amid laughter, Mr. Bunker started back to the office.
There was much excitement in Cousin Tom's bungalow at Seaview the next day, for the Bunkers were packing to go back to their home in Pineville, Pennsylvania. "We are very sorry to see you go," said Cousin Tom. "Indeed we are," agreed his pretty wife, Ruth. "You must come to see us next summer." "We will," promised Mr. Bunker. "But just now we must hurry back home. I hope we shall be in time."
At least, he had kicked one of the boxes out of place and the whole structure began to wobble. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" shrieked Vi. "It's falling." "Get Mun Bun out," gasped Rose, thinking first of all of the littlest Bunker. But just then the heaped up boxes came down with a crash and the six little Bunkers were buried under the ruins of their "igloo."
Bunker so many things about the absent one that there was not a shadow of a doubt that the Sam working for Aunt Jo would prove to be Mammy June's boy. The holidays on the Meiggs Plantation ended, therefore, all the more pleasantly because of this discovery. The plantation was a fine place to be on, so the six little Bunkers thought.
East of Sandy Hook the pilot was dropped and the real voyage begun. Fifty feet below her deck, in an inferno of noise, and heat, and light, and shadow, coal-passers wheeled the picked fuel from the bunkers to the fire-hold, where half-naked stokers, with faces like those of tortured fiends, tossed it into the eighty white-hot mouths of the furnaces.
Candle-moulds are tin tubes, just the shape of candles, and into these tubes was poured the melted wax or tallow to make the light-givers. Up into the attic tramped the six little Bunkers. From the windows, high up, they could look across the snow-covered fields. They could see the trees, now bare of leaves, and the great black hedge around Grandpa Ford's house.
There were five children at this table, waiting for breakfast as the six little Bunkers were waiting, and one of them was Mun Bun, as his mother could see. She ran down the long room. "Oh, Mun Bun!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "What made you go away? Why did you come over here?" And she hurried to his chair and took him in her arms.
"Let's go up and see which of the six little Bunkers did it," and she smiled at Mrs. Bunker. It took only a glance into the different rooms to show that all six of the little Bunkers were in bed. Margy and Mun Bun had not been awakened by the drumming or the talk, but the other four were now waiting with wide-open eyes to learn what had happened. "There it goes again!" exclaimed Daddy Bunker.
"Now we'll go out and have some fun!" cried Russ, as they left the table. "Shall we make a snow man first, or a fort?" "A man!" cried Mun Bun. "A fort!" called Laddie. "Wait just a minute, all of you," said Mother Bunker. "I don't want any of you to go out just yet." "Oh!" "Oh, dear!" "Oh, Mother!" "Why?" Thus, one after another, cried some of the six little Bunkers.
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