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There are no ghosts! Don't cry, Mun Bun," Mrs. Bunker went on, as she hurried up the stairs. "I'm coming, and so is Daddy Bunker! You'll be all right." "But I'm all wet!" sobbed Mun Bun. "I I guess I fell in the ocean, and I can't get out!" "You're dreaming that you're back at Cousin Tom's," laughed Mrs. Bunker, as she turned up the light and went into the room where Mun Bun and Margy slept.
However, when he stepped out from the island, ahead of Margy, he, too, found that the water was deeper than it had been when they started to wade from the shore near Cousin Tom's pier. "What makes it?" asked Margy. "I I don't know," answered Mun Bun. "I guess somebody must have poured more water in the river." "Lessen maybe it rained," suggested Margy.
They had had many a tilt before, for the gander believed that everything that came near his flock meant mischief. Bobo's red eyes expanded and the ruff on the back of his neck began to rise. He uttered a low, reverberating bark. It was almost a growl and it sounded threatening. He dashed down the hill with great leaps. Mun Bun finally pitched over on his face, dragging Margy with him.
Of course Margy and Mun Bun were too little to know how to catch crabs, but they each had a line, and Mother Bunker said she would catch them for the small tots. "Oh, I think I have one!" suddenly exclaimed Russ in a whisper. "Look at my line move!" "Yes, you may have a crab on there," returned Cousin Tom. "Pull up very gently."
Perhaps Bobo felt about Mun Bun and Margy as they did about him that they had no right there, and he wanted them to get out. And when he put his great head and shoulders into the doorway the little Bunkers began to shriek at the top of their voices. Even the snapping firecrackers could not drown their voices now.
Bunker sat together now, near Grandpa Ford, and they talked together in low voices. Russ was too busy with his string and sticks to listen, though, if he had, he might have heard something more about the queer secret. As for Rose, who shared part of the secret with him, she was taking Margy and Mun Bun to get a drink.
I must get her away." "I'll help!" cried Mother Bunker. Meanwhile they were both running toward Margy, where she stood with her back turned toward the ram, picking flowers. "You had better leave the old ram to me. I know how to drive him off," said Grandma Bell. "You take the children, Amy, and get on the other side of the fence. It isn't far," and she pointed to the fence ahead of them.
The six little Bunkers had often seen the fishermen on Clam River dig down after these soft-shelled fellows. The men used a short-handled hoe, and when they had dug away the sand there they found the clams in something that looked like little pockets, or burrows. "Maybe we can dig clams," said Margy. "We hasn't got any shovel or hoe," returned Mun Bun.
I guess your folks don't know where you are, nor what trouble you might have been in if I hadn't come along just when I did." And this was true, for neither Daddy nor Mother Bunker, nor Cousin Tom nor his wife, nor any of the other little Bunkers had heard the cries of Mun Bun and Margy. But as the motor-boat went puffing up to the little wharf the noise it made was heard by Mr. and Mrs.
"It's made out of a handkerchief and red and blue pencils," added Russ. "I want to play soldier!" exclaimed Mun Bun. "No, it's too rough for you," explained Russ. "I want to play, too!" insisted Margy. "We're done playing fort and soldier," said Russ. "We'll play something else." "Let's see who can dig the deepest hole," suggested George.
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