Six Little Bunkers at Uncle Freds | Page 5

Next to him was Rose, a year younger.
Then came Violet and Laddie. They both had curly hair and gray eyes,
and were six years old each, which makes twelve in all, you see. They
were twins, and each one had a funny habit. Vi asked a great many
questions, some of which could be answered, some of which could not
be answered, and to some of which she didn't wait for an answer.
Laddie was very fond of asking queer little riddles. Some were good,

and it took quite a while to think of the answer he wanted. Others didn't
seem to have any answer. And some were not really riddles at all. But
he had fun asking them.
Next in order was Margy, whose real name was Margaret, just as
Laddie's real name was Fillmore Bunker. But he was seldom called that.
Margy was aged five. She had dark hair and eyes.
Then there was Mun Bun, or Munroe Ford Bunker, her little brother,
who was four years old, and had blue eyes and golden hair.
Now you have met the six little Bunkers. Of course there was Daddy
Bunker, whose name was Charles. He was in the real estate business in
Pineville, Pennsylvania, and his office was almost a mile from his
home, on the main street. Mother Bunker's name was Amy, and before
her marriage she had been Miss Amy Bell.
Besides this there were in the Bunker family two others: Norah
O'Grady, the cook, and Jerry Simms, an old soldier, who could tell fine
stories of the time he was in the army. Now Jerry ran the Bunker
automobile, cut the grass, sprinkled the lawn and attended to the
furnace in winter.
But the Bunker family had relatives, and it was on visits to some of
these that the children had had many adventures. First you may read
"Six Little Bunkers at Grandma Bell's." This is the book that begins the
series, and tells of the visit the family made at Grandma Bell's at Lake
Sagatook in Maine. There they found an old lumberman and he had
some papers which Daddy Bunker wanted to get back. And, oh, yes!
Grandma Bell was Mrs. Bunker's mother.
After that the children went to visit their father's sister in Boston, and
the book which tells all about that, and the strange pocketbook Rose
found, is called "Six Little Bunkers at Aunt Jo's."
On leaving Aunt Jo's the family paid a visit to another relative. This
was Mr. Thomas Bunker, who was the son of Mr. Ralph Bunker, and
Ralph was Daddy Bunker's brother, who had died.

In "Six Little Bunkers at Cousin Tom's" I told you the story of the fun
the children had at the seashore, and how a gold locket was lost and
strangely found again.
The book just before this one is called "Six Little Bunkers at Grandpa
Ford's," and there was quite a mystery about a ghost at Great Hedge
Estate, in New York State, where Mr. Ford lived.
Grandpa Ford was Daddy Bunker's step-father, but no real father could
have been more kind, nor have loved the six little Bunkers any more
than he did. The children spent the winter at Great Hedge Estate, and
helped find out what made the queer noises. And if you want to find
out I suggest that you read the book.
Christmas and New Year's had been celebrated at Grandpa Ford's, and
when winter was about to break up the Bunkers had come back home to
Pineville. Daddy Bunker said he needed to look after the spring real
estate business, for that was the best time of the year for selling and
buying houses and lots, and renting places.
So they said good-bye to Grandpa Ford, and took the train back home.
The six little Bunkers had been in their own house about a month now,
and they were playing in the attic, as I have told you, with the scooter
Russ had made, when the accident happened.
Then, as I have told you, up the attic stairs rushed a strange man, who
pulled Mun Bun out of the tangle of arms and legs. And Rose thought
the strange man was a burglar.
"But I'm not," he said, smiling at the children. "Don't you know who I
am?"
Russ shook his head.
"How did you get in here?" asked Violet. As usual, she was first with a
question.
"I just walked in," said the man in answer. "I was coming here anyhow,

and when I got here I saw the door wide open, so I just walked in."
"Did you come to sell something?" asked Rose. "'Cause if you did I
don't believe my mother wants anything. She's got everything she
wants."
"Well, she's got a nice lot of children,