Six Little Bunkers at Cowboy Jacks | Page 6

he got more names than that?" asked Vi. "Isn't Cowboy Jack enough name for him?"
"His name," said Russ, reading what he had scribbled down on the paper, "is 'Mr. John Scarbontiskil.' That's foreign."
"Oh!" gasped Rose. "I shouldn't think Daddy Bunker would want to go to see a man with a name like that."
"I don't suppose," said Russ, "that he can help his name being that."
"Couldn't he make his own name--and make it a better one?" demanded Vi. "You know, Mun Bun made his name for himself."
"I could not pronounce that name at all," said Rose to Russ. "I guess, after all, maybe we'd better not go to that place."
"What place?"
"Where daddy is going. To that--that Cowboy Jack's place."
"Why not?" asked Russ, almost as promptly as Vi might have asked it had she heard Rose's speech.
"Because," said Rose, who was a thoughtful girl, "of course they don't call him Cowboy Jack to his face, and I should never be able to say Scar--Scar--Scar--whatever it is to him. Never!"
"Nonsense! You can learn to say anything if you try," declared Russ loftily.
"No," sighed Rose, who knew her limitations, "I can't. I can't even learn to say Con-stan-stan-stan-ple--You know!"
"Con-stan-ti-no-ple!" exclaimed Russ with emphasis.
"Yes. That's it," Rose said. "But, anyway, I can't say it."
"I'd like to know why not?" demanded her brother scornfully.
"'Cause I get lost in the middle of it," declared Rose, shaking her head. "It's too long, Russ."
"Well, 'Mr. John Scarbontiskil' is long," admitted Russ. "But if you practise from now, right on----"
"But what is the use of practising if we are not going there with daddy?"
"But maybe we'll go," said Russ hopefully.
"We have got to go to school. I don't mind," sighed Rose. "Only I do so love to travel about with daddy and mother."
"You can practise saying it on the chance of our going," her brother advised.
But Rose did not really think there was much use in doing that. She said so. She was not of so hopeful a disposition as Russ. He believed that "something would turn up" so that the six little Bunkers would be taken with daddy and mother to the far Southwest. Grandma Bell often spoke of a "silver lining" to every cloud, and Russ was hoping to see the silver lining to this cloud of Daddy Bunker's going away.
At any rate, the fact that Mr. Bunker had to go to Cowboy Jack's (we'll not call him Mr. Scarbontiskil, either, for it is too hard a name) was quite established that very afternoon. Daddy received another letter from his Pineville client, and he at once said to Mother Bunker:
"That settles it, Amy." Mrs. Bunker's name was Amy. "Golden is determined that nobody but me shall do the job for him. He offers such a good commission--plus transportation expenses--that I do not feel that I can refuse."
"Oh, Charles," said Mrs. Bunker, "I don't like to have you go so far away from us. It really is a great way to that town of Cavallo that you say is the nearest to Cowboy Jack's ranch."
"I'll take you all home to Pineville first. Then you will not be quite so far away from me," Daddy Bunker said reflectively.
So daddy and mother were no more happy at the prospect of his being separated from the family than were the children themselves. The six talked about the prospect of daddy's going a good deal. But, of course, they did not spend all their time bewailing this unexpected separation. Not at all! There was something happening to the six little Bunkers almost all the time, and this time was no exception.
The equinoctial storm seemed to have blown itself out by the next morning. As soon as the roads were dried up Daddy Bunker said they would have to leave Captain Ben and start back for Pineville. Meanwhile the children determined to have all the fun possible in the short time remaining to them at Grand View.
Bright and early on this morning appeared Tad Munson. Tad was the "runaway boy" in a previous story, and all those who have read "Six Little Bunkers at Captain Ben's" will remember him. He was a very likable boy, too, and Russ liked Tad particularly.
"They told me you Bunkers were going home soon, so I asked my father to let me come over once more to see you," Tad said, by way of greeting. "There's a lot of things you Bunkers haven't seen about here, I guess. I know you haven't seen Dripping Rock."
"What is Dripping Rock?" Vi promptly wanted to know. "What does it drip?"
"Not milk, anyway, or molasses," laughed Tad.
"It drips water, of course," Russ explained. "I have heard of it. You go up the road past the swamp. I know."
"That's right," said Tad. "It's not far."
"I want to go, too, to D'ipping Wock," Mun Bun