XIII. THE SHOE-LACE BOY 128 XIV. THE SHORTCAKE COMES BACK 136 XV. AN EXCITING RIDE 147 XVI. OFF ON A PICNIC 155 XVII. THE ICE CAVE 163 XVIII. A BIG SPLASH 172 XIX. A FIGHT 184 XX. YELLOW AND WHITE 192 XXI. A MAD BULL 201 XXII. AFTER WILD FLOWERS 208 XXIII. A MEAN BOY 220 XXIV. STUNG 229 XXV. THE HONEY TREE 236 SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT FARMER JOEL’S CHAPTER I RUSS IN DANGER “Margy, will you look out on the porch and see if she’s there?” “Yes, Vi, I will. But you ought to say please to me, ’cause mother says——” “All right then. _Please_ look and see if she’s there,” begged Vi, otherwise Violet Bunker. There were six of the little Bunkers. The other four will be out presently. Margy, who had been looking at picture books with her year-older sister in a room off the porch, kindly dropped her book and started for the door. “If she’s there bring her in—_please_.” Violet laughed a little as she added the last word. She remembered what Margy had started to say about politeness. Violet was piling up the books, for she had just thought of something new to play, when Margy came hurrying back into the room. “She isn’t there!” gasped the smaller Bunker girl. “She isn’t?” Violet fairly gasped out the words, and you could easily tell that she was very much excited. “Are you sure, Margy?” “No, she isn’t there, Vi! Maybe a tramp has taken her!” “Oh!” cried Violet, in such a loud voice that Mrs. Bunker, having heard part of the talk, came quickly from the room where she had been sewing. “Who’s gone?” demanded the mother of the six little Bunkers. “Don’t tell me Mun Bun is lost again!” Mun Bun was the youngest of the six little Bunkers. His real name was Munroe Ford Bunker, but that was entirely too long for the little fellow, so he was called “Mun Bun.” It was a name he had made up for himself. “Where is Mun Bun? Is he lost again?” asked Mrs. Bunker, starting to take off her apron to go in search of the “little tyke,” as she often called him, for he certainly did get into mischief very many times. “Mun Bun isn’t lost,” answered Violet, as she hurried out on the porch with Margy. “He’s out in the yard with Laddie, digging a hole.” “An’ he says he’s going to dig down to China,” added Margy.