In the first book I told you about the six little Bunkers when on a visit to Grandma Bell, in Maine, and how they helped solve a mystery and find some valuable real estate papers that an old tramp lumberman had carried off in a ragged coat. I can't begin to tell you, here, all the fun the six little Bunkers had at Grandma Bell's. They spent the last of July and the first part of August there, and now, just before leaving, they were planning for the rest of the summer vacation. But, just at the present moment, something else was happening. The children's play had been stopped by the voice in the woods; a voice heard by Laddie, Vi, Mun Bun and Margy. "Are you sure it was a little child you heard calling?" asked Mrs. Bunker, overtaking the four children. "Oh, yes; sure!" answered Laddie. "It was a little boy." "I think it was a little girl," said Violet. "Hark!" exclaimed Grandma Bell, who had come with Mother Bunker. "There it goes once more!" And, surely enough, the voice called again: "Come and get me! I'm lost!" "Poor thing!" said Grandma Bell. "I wonder whose little boy or girl it is." "'Tisn't any of us," said Violet, "'cause we're all here!" "Yes, I counted to make sure," said Mother Bunker. "But we must find out who it is. Come on, children. Are we going too fast for you, Mother?" she asked Grandma Bell. "Oh, no, indeed!" "We must find the lost one," Mother Bunker continued, and so they kept on with the queer hunt. Every now and then they could hear the voice calling. Pretty soon Mrs. Bell said: "I can hear some one coming." Then the voice called again: "Come and get me! I'm lost!" "Oh, there it is! Over in that direction!" exclaimed Grandma Bell. They hurried toward a thick clump of trees, from which the voice seemed to come. Then, all at once, another voice called: "Oh, there you are! I see you! Now come right here to me, and don't go away again!" "Why, I know who _that_ is!" exclaimed Grandma Bell. Before the children could ask they heard a funny voice say: "Oh, hello! Pretty Poll! Pretty Poll! Polly wants a cracker!" "Well, you'll get one, and it won't be a sweet cracker, either, if you fly out of your cage again," said a man's voice. "You'll get a fire-cracker! Now you flutter right down to me and be good!" "Hello! Hello!" said the funny voice, and then came a strange laugh. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" "Why--why! It's a _parrot_!" shouted Laddie. "I can see his green feathers!" "Yes, and there is Mr. Hixon after him," said Grandma Bell. "You have been fooled by Bill Hixon's parrot, children, just as you were teased once before. It wasn't a little boy or girl lost in the woods at all. It was just the parrot." "That's just what it was, Mrs. Bell," said Mr. Hixon, and a man stepped out from behind a tree. "Were you after him, too?" he asked, as he held out his hand the parrot flew down out of the tree and alighted on his finger.