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By this time Mun Bun and Margy had been fitted out with their "play
clothes" as they called them; clothes that could not easily be soiled.
Russ and Rose had dressed themselves, and Mrs. Bunker was seeing to
Laddie and Violet.
"And when you're all ready I'll have Parker serve the lunch," said Aunt
Jo. "If you'll just excuse me now, I'll run down and see about it," she
added to her brother.
"Go ahead," said he. "We'll be right down."
"Can Alexis stay up here with us?" asked Mun Bun.
"Oh, yes, he likes to be with children," said Miss Bunker, for that
really was Aunt Jo's name, she being Daddy Bunker's sister.
So Aunt Jo went downstairs to see that the cook got a nice lunch ready
for the six little Bunkers.
Mr. and Mrs. Bunker, now that they had the children ready, could stop
and "get their breaths," as Mother Bunker said. Really it is a good deal
of work to look after six children.
"Come on!" called Daddy Bunker, when he had helped his wife put the
baggage away in the rooms they were to have while at Aunt Jo's house.
"Come down to lunch, children!"
Russ, Rose, Violet and Laddie came from the windows, out of which they
had been looking at scenes in the street.
"Where is Mun Bun?" asked Mrs. Bunker.
"And Margy?" added her husband.
"I saw 'em a minute ago," answered Rose.
And just then, from down the hall, came strange sounds.
"Now it's my turn, Mun Bun! It's my turn to splash him!" shouted Margy.
"No, it's mine!" insisted her brother. "You splashed him a lot, an' I'm
goin' to do it now. You let me pull it!"
"Oh, what are those children doing now?" asked Mrs. Bunker.
"I'll go and see," offered her husband.
And then, from a room down the hall, came the sound of splashing water
and the barking of Alexis, the big dog, while Mun Bun could be heard
calling:
"Let me pull it! Let me pull it! I want to splash him, too!"
"What are Mun and Margy Bunker doing?" asked Vi.
CHAPTER VI
THE POCKETBOOK
"Where are they?" asked Daddy Bunker, looking at his wife.
"They must be in the bathroom," she answered. "Oh, do go and look
please, and see what is happening."
"What is it? May I go and see?" cried Vi, going toward the bathroom
without waiting to have her questions answered.
Mr. Bunker ran down the hall. The bathroom door was open and within he
saw a strange sight.
Mun Bun and Margy had, somehow or other, got the big dog Alexis to jump
into the bathtub. Perhaps the dog had done it before. Anyhow he was in
it now, and, as he stood there, Margy and Mun Bun were having a sort of
tug of war to see who should pull the handle of the chain that worked
the shower bath.
Margy had her chubby fists on the handle, and she was pulling, but Mun
Bun was trying to pull her hands away so he could take hold of the chain
himself. So the pull of the two children was enough to make the water
spurt out from the overhead shower. Down the water came, splashing on
Alexis, but he seemed to like it. He barked, but not too loudly, and
wagged his tail.
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