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Updated: June 14, 2025
"It's corn it's real corn!" cried Mun Bun. "Don't be afraid, goosey-goosey-gander," and he shouted with laughter. Margy threw a handful of corn too. At once the geese drew nearer. When they reached the first kernels they began grabbing them up with that strange shoveling motion with their bills that all geese and ducks make. The children watched them with delight.
Up alongside the drifting rowboat went the lobster craft. Cousin Tom caught hold of the boat in which the children sat, and held it while Daddy Bunker lifted out Margy and her brother. Then the rowboat was tied fast to the stern of the other boat, which was steered around by Mr. Burnett, and headed up the inlet. "I've got time to take you back to your pier," he said to Cousin Tom.
Both had coats and caps and scarfs hung on pegs in a little dressing-room near the big door. They knew that they should not touch the outer garments belonging to the older children; but they got their own wraps. "Maybe he's too big for them," murmured Margy. "But I guess he can squeeze into the coats into one of them, anyway." "Course he can," said Mun Bun. "Mine's a nawful warm coat.
Margy and Mun Bun went also, with Rose, while Russ, having found some bits of driftwood, began to whittle out a boat which he said he was going to sail on Clam River, where the water was smooth. Mr. and Mrs. Bunker sat in the bungalow talking to Cousin Tom and his wife, telling them about their trip and the visit to Aunt Jo's, from whose house they had just come.
His eyes were red, and he sniffed enquiringly at the doorway while the children crowded back against the tree. Perhaps he was the very kindest dog in the world; but to Mun Bun and Margy he appeared to be dreadfully savage! "Go 'way!" they shouted in chorus. And Mun Bun added again: "We don't want him in here, do we, Margy?" The dog seemed determined to thrust himself into the house.
She noticed Margy and Mun Bun, well up on the beach, digging holes and making little piles of sand. But down near the inlet, where a boat was tied, Rose was having trouble with Laddie.
Russ and Rose and Laddie and Violet were not so venturesome this way as were Margy and Mun Bun. "Now here we are at the dock, and all we have to do is to walk straight out to the end of the pier and get on the boat when it comes," said Mr. Bunker. "It is nearly time for it. I don't believe anything more can happen." And nothing did.
He learned every riddle he heard; and he tried to make up riddles about everything that happened. Sometimes he was successful, and sometimes he was not. But he always tried again, having a persevering temperament. The smallest Bunkers Margy, whose real name was Margaret, and Mun Bun, whose real name was Monroe Ford were quite as anxious to get out from under the heap of boxes as the others.
Nice fruit!" said the man, who was an Italian. "Very nice good fruit and cheap." "No, we don't want any fruit now," said Mrs. Bunker. "I want my little girl." "Lil' girl? Lil' girl!" exclaimed the Italian. "No got lil' girls. Only got fruit, banan', orange, apple! You want to buy? Good nice fruit cheap!" "No, I want Margy!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "Where is she?" asked Mr.
Norah and Jerry had been told, by telegraph, to come back to help get the house in order. "I'm terrible glad you came, Grandpa Ford," said Mun Bun, as he sat opposite the old gentleman at the table. "So'm I," said Margy. "Are you going to live with us always?" "Oh, no, little Toddlekins," laughed Grandpa Ford. "I wish I were. But I shall soon have to go back to Great Hedge.
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