CHAPTER XIX
THE BIG CHIEF
After further discussion, and some coaxing on the part of the twins,Miss Rachel decided that the party, though of course for Dick and Dolly,might be nominally for Lady Eliza. And so they made up an invitationlike this, and Miss Abbie wrote them in her neat hand:
Miss Dolly Dana Master Dick Dana and Lady Eliza Dusenbury request the pleasure of Miss Phyllis Middleton’s company on Thursday afternoon from four to seven o’clock at Dana Dene. You are invited to bring a friend whose company will be congenial to the Lady Eliza.
“Aren’t they the greatest ever!” exclaimed Dick, dancing about the tablewhere Aunt Abbie was writing the notes.
“I doubt if those who are invited will know what that last clausemeans,” said Aunt Abbie.
“Oh, yes, they will, for we’ll tell them,” said Dolly. “Of course we’llsee them all between now and the party. There’s a whole week, you know.I’ll tell every one to bring a doll or something for Eliza’s part of theparty. And she must have a new dress, auntie.”
“Yes; something gay and festive, of course. What would you like?”
“Pink tarlatan,” said Dolly, promptly. “With lots of ruffles, and a lacebertha, and a pink sash, and let her wear my pink coral beads. Oh,Auntie! won’t she look just sweet!”
“And flowers in her hair,” chimed in Dick; “and a big, big bouquet, inher hand. Whew! She’ll be a stunner!”
As tarlatan was an inexpensive material, and easy to make up, Aunt Abbiehumoured Dolly’s whim, and Lady Eliza had a beautiful new frock for theoccasion.
Dolly herself picked out just the right shade of watermelon pink, andshe helped a little, too, gathering flounces, and running up breadths,but Aunt Abbie made most of the pretty gown, and it didn’t take verylong either.
It was to be worn over one of Aunt Abbie’s own lace-trimmed petticoats,and two whole days before the party, Eliza was dressed and set away inthe guest room to await the hour.
“I believe I’ll send an invitation to Aunt Nine,” said Dolly, as theywere making out the list of those who were to be invited. “I don’ts’pose she could come, but I think it would be nice to ask her, don’tyou, Aunt Rachel?”
“Why, yes, dear; send one, if you like. Though, as you say, of courseshe won’t come, yet I think she’ll appreciate your thought of her.”
So one invitation was sent to Miss Penninah Dana, and twelve more weresent to boys and girls in Heatherton.
Every one of the dozen accepted, and after conversation on the subjectwith Dick and Dolly, they quite understood about the extra guests theywere to bring.
But they were very secret about them.
“I won’t tell you,” said Jack Fuller, giggling, “but I’m going to bringthe funniest person you ever saw! Oh, I know Lady Eliza will bepleased!”
And Pinkie declared that her guest would be the “belle of the ball.”
All these secrets greatly whetted the twins’ curiosity, and they couldthink of nothing but the coming party. A few days before the event theyreceived a letter from Aunt Penninah, expressing her regret that shecould not be with them. In it was also a letter addressed to Lady ElizaDusenbury. Chuckling with glee, the twins tore it open and read:
“LADY ELIZA DUSENBURY:
“Most charming and beautiful lady, I salute you. To your party I come, and there with you at Dana Dene will I ever after remain. As your friend and protector I will stand ever by your side. Unless, however, you should attack me with a carving knife (as is sometimes your playful habit), in which case, I will run away and never return. Expect me on Thursday, by express. Your true friend,
“SASKATCHEWAN.”
“Oh,” cried Dick, “it’s an Indian doll! Saskatchewan is an Indian name,you know. Won’t it be fun?”
“Yes,” cried his twin. “And do you suppose Aunt Nine dressed it herself,in wigwam and feathers?”
“Ho, ho! Dolly. You mean wampum, not wigwam!”
“Well, it’s all the same; I don’t care. Oh, I wish Saskatchewan wouldcome. I’m crazy to see him!”
“So’m I. Do you s’pose the box’ll come addressed to Lady ElizaDusenbury, Dana Dene?”
“No, I guess it’ll be addressed to Aunt Rachel, or maybe to us. Whatdoes Dene mean, auntie?”
“Dene?”
“Yes, Dana Dene, you know?”
“Why, Dana Dene is the name of our place, you know. Not only the house,but the whole estate.”
“Yes’m; I know it. But what does Dene mean? Just as a word?”
“Oh, well, it doesn’t mean anything nowadays, just as a word. But in oldtimes, long ago, it meant den or cave.”
“Well, this house isn’t a cave.”
“No,” said Miss Rachel, laughing. “We’re not cave-dwellers. But longago, there was another house where this stands now. You know, thisestate has been in our family for many generations.”
“And was the other house a cave?” asked Dick, with vague visions ofprimitive ancestors floating through his mind.
“No, of course not! The name cave came from the fact that there was adeep den or cave somewhere on the place.”
“Where is it?”
“I don’t know, Dicky. It may be only tradition, or there may have been areal cave, now filled up or covered over. I suppose it is in thewoodland part, if it’s anywhere.”
“But it must be somewhere, Aunt Rachel,” persisted Dick. “If they, mygreat-grand-fathers, I mean, named the place Dana Dene because of a bigden, the den must be here yet.”
“Well, perhaps it is, child, but it hasn’t been seen or heard of formany years, anyway. You may hunt for it, if you like, but I doubt ifyou’ll find it.”
“Come on Dollums,” cried Dick, jumping up. “Let’s go and look for it. Itwould be lots of fun if we could find it in time for the party!”
“Indeed it would not!” returned their aunt. “Find it if you want to, butdon’t play in it on the day of the party. I’d like you to keepyourselves tidy on that occasion, and not go burrowing in caves. ButI’ve no idea you’ll find it. For, a cave that hasn’t been used for overa hundred years, is likely to be filled up with earth and leaves. Ithas, probably, entirely disappeared.”
“Well, we’ll have the fun of hunting,” said Dick, and away went thetwins on their new quest.
Michael and Pat were first interviewed.
“Did you ever see a cave or a den anywhere about the place?” theyinquired.
“Cave, is it?” said Michael. “Faith an’ I didn’t. Whativer are yez up tonow?”
“Oh, think!” cried Dick, impatiently. “Didn’t you see one, Pat, when youwere mowing the grass, or anything like that? Digging, you know.”
“I did not. There’s no cave around these diggin’s, unless so be it’s inthe woods. There may be a dozen caves in thim six acres of woodland.”
The twins were disappointed. It seemed a forlorn hope to try toinvestigate six acres of doubtful territory.
“But do yez go and look,” said Michael. “It’s jist what ye need to useup yer extry energy. Yer so cockylorum about yer party, that ye need ascape valve fer yer overflowin’ sperrits. Go, now, an’ hunt yer cave.”
“Come on, Dolly,” said Dick. “We can’t do anything for the party,there’s nothing for us to do. So we may as well go to the woods.”
“All right. I’d just as lieve go, and if the cave is there, I shouldthink we’d see it.”
“Av coorse ye will,” said Michael, grinning. “First, ye’ll see asignboard, wid a finger pointien’ ‘This way to the Big Cave,’ thin ye goright along to the entrance
.”
“An’ pay yer quarter to the gateman, an’ walk in,” supplemented Pat.
The twins never minded the good-natured chaff of these two Irishmen, andthey only laughed, as hand in hand they trotted away.
They had been often to the wood, but heretofore they had noticed onlythe trees and the stones and the low-growing vegetation. Now theycarefully examined the formation of the ground, and anysuspicious-looking hollow or mound.
“Maybe it was a smuggler’s cave,” said Dick, “and in it perhaps are lotsof things they smuggled and hid away.”
“Yes, I s’pect so,” said Dolly, who was of an amiable nature, and quitewilling to agree with Dick’s opinions, whenever she had no knowledge tothe contrary.
“Or maybe it’s a fairy cave,” she added. “That would be more likely,’cause I think these are awful fairyish woods.”
“Why do you? You’ve never seen a fairy in ’em.”
“No, but I ’most have. I’ve seen lots of places where they come out anddance at night. Pinkie shows ’em to me.”
“Pooh, she doesn’t know for sure.”
“No, not for sure. Nobody does. But she says most prob’ly that’s wherethey dance. Do fairies ever live in caves, Dick?”
“Not ’zactly fairies. But dwarfs do, and gnomes and things like that?”
“Sprites?”
“Yes, I guess so. And brownies,—real brownies, I mean; not thepicture-book kind. Hello, Doll, here’s a place that looks cavy!”
Dick paused before a rough mass of soil and stones and mossy overgrowth,that did seem to bear some resemblance to the blocked-up mouth of acave.
But it was just as much like a mere natural formation of ground, andafter digging and poking around with sticks, the children concluded itwas not a cave, after all.
“Oh, pshaw, we’ll never find a real cave, Dick; let’s go home. I’mgetting hungry.”
“So’m I. We can come back and hunt some other time. Aunt Rachel wouldn’tlet us play in it on party day, anyway.”
So back they went, and no one seemed surprised that they hadn’tdiscovered a long-forgotten cave, perhaps full of hidden treasure.
The day before the party, Aunt Rachel and Aunt Abbie drove to town toorder the feast from the caterer’s.
The twins accompanied them, for the selection of the goodies was to bepartly left to their choice.
The caterer’s was a fascinating place, and Dick and Dolly exercisedgreat care and discretion in choosing the prettiest forms for the ices,and the loveliest kinds of little fancy cakes, and the gayest sort ofsnapping crackers.
The sandwiches and lemonade would be made at home, but all the rest ofthe feast must be ordered, and Dick and Dolly were overwhelmed withdelight, as the aunties kept on adding bonbons, fruits, nuts, and allsorts of delectable things to the long list.
“We never had such lovely parties at Auntie Helen’s,” said Dick,reminiscently, as they drove home.
“We never had a real party there, anyway,” rejoined Dilly; “just onlylittle play-teas of an afternoon. This is different.”
“Yes,” said Miss Rachel, complacently, “this is a real party. It will beone of the prettiest children’s parties ever given in Heatherton. Thatis, if your foolish Eliza performance doesn’t spoil it.”
“Oh, that won’t spoil it, auntie,” said Dolly, confidently; “that willonly make it nicer.”
“Sure!” said Dick. “Just a boys’ and girls’ party wouldn’t be near somuch fun. Why, Auntie, Bob Hollister says he’s going to bring his Punchand Judy, and Lucy Hollister has an awful big rag doll she’s going tobring.”
“I think it will be funny,” said Aunt Abbie. “But you must leave allthose creatures out in the playground when you come in to supper.”
“Yes’m, we will,” agreed the twins.
The very morning of the party day an immense box came by express.
“Shure, it’s a big sofy, like your aunts has in the droring-room,” saidMichael, as he and Pat helped the expressman to take it from the wagon.
“No, it’s Saskatchewan!” shrieked Dick and Dolly, as they danced roundthe box in glee. “Open it, Michael; oh, do hurry up!”
“Arrah, now, wait till I can get me sledgehammer,” and Michael went tothe tool-house for his strongest tools.
But after some diligent prying and hammering, the box was opened, andburied in a nest of old newspaper and excelsior, was “Big ChiefSaskatchewan,” as a card tied to his wrist announced.
And if you please, instead of an Indian _doll_, he was a big woodenIndian, of the kind that stands out in front of cigar stores. Thechildren screamed with glee, and even Michael and Pat exclaimed inadmiration as the heavy figure was finally set upright on his ownwheeled pedestal.
“Where do you suppose she ever got it?” said Aunt Rachel, as the twoaunts came out to view the new arrival.
“I don’t know, I’m sure,” said Miss Abbie, “but he does make a finecompanion for Lady Eliza.”
Saskatchewan, though a trifle weather-worn, was not marred or broken,and the bundle of cigars had been cut away from his hand, and instead,he held an Indian basket. But this was removable, and the twins saw atonce that they could put anything into his outstretched hand, from atomahawk to a pipe of peace. His blanket wrapped round him was paintedgorgeous red and yellow, and high-standing feathers surmounted his noblebrow. His expression was ferocious, but that was Indian nature, and Dickand Dolly were so delighted with their new toy, that they embraced himwith the same vigorous affection they often showed their aunts. Then,clasping hands with the aunties, the four danced round Saskatchewan andbade him welcome to Dana Dene.
The Indian was too heavy to be moved around much though he could bedragged, owing to the casters on the pedestal. But Aunt Rachel said shethought he’d better be placed in the playground as a permanentinhabitant thereof. For wind and weather would not hurt him, as it wouldthe more delicate Lady Eliza.
So Michael and Pat trundled the chief off to the playground, followed bythe admiring family.
He was given a choice position in a pleasant corner, and the twins saidthey would build a bower over him some day.
“But we must make it big enough for two,” said Dolly, “so Lady Eliza canstand beside him to receive their guests.”
“All right,” agreed Dick. “But I wish we could have it for thisafternoon. They’d look lovely under a bower.”
“So ye shall, thin,” said Michael. “Me an’ Pat, we’ll fix ye up atimporary bower, that’ll gladden the eyes of ye,—that we will.”
So, the two kind-hearted men, anxious to please the children, hastilyerected a “bower” by making an arch of two-foot width “chicken-wire.”This, when decorated with vines and flowers, was as pretty a bower asone would wish to see, and Saskatchewan was placed beneath it, or ratherthe bower was built over the Indian, where he stood awaiting the LadyEliza.
CHAPTER XX
A GAY PARTY
After dinner, the final preparations for the party were made.
The day was perfect, bright with sunshine, and not too warm.
Lady Eliza was taken out to the playground and introduced to her newcompanion.
Her large blue eyes showed no especial emotion as she was placed besidehim, under the bower, nor did Saskatchewan seem at all embarrassed bythe presence of the lovely lady.
Eliza, in her ruffled pink tarlatan, and wreath of pink blossoms, was acharming creature indeed, and she held gracefully a massive bouquet,tied with pink ribbons, while her cavalier, held his Indian basket,which had also been filled with flowers.
So entrancing were the pair, that Dick and Dolly could scarcely leavethem, to go and get on their own party raiment.
The playground, of course, had been specially adorned for the occasion.
Japanese lanterns hung from the trees, and rugs were laid here andthere, extra seats were provided, and everything was decked with flowersand made gay with flags and bunting.
> Truly, the Dana ladies knew how to arrange a gala occasion, and thisbade fair to be a fine one.
The twins at last scampered back to the house to dress, and Dolly wasbeautifully arrayed in a new white frock of fine muslin and a broadRoman sash.
Her curls were tied up with a Roman ribbon to match, and white stockingsand white slippers completed her costume.
Dick, too, had a new summer suit, and the twins promised the aunties notto roll on the grass or do anything naughty or ridiculous.
“I know you mean to do just right,” said Aunt Rachel, as she kissed thetwo beaming little faces, “but you know, you ‘don’t think,’ and then youcut up some absurd dido, that makes a lot of trouble.”
The twins vowed they _would_ think, and they would _not_ “cut updidoes,” and then they danced away to receive their guests, for it wasnearly four o’clock. Pinkie came first, of course.
She brought her biggest wax doll, which she had dressed up as a fairy.The doll had a spangled white tulle frock on, and gauzy wings, and agilt paper crown, sparkling with diamond-dust. She carried a long giltwand, and was really a beautiful fairy.
A row of seats had been placed for Lady Eliza’s guests, and the fairywas the first to be seated there. Jack Fuller came next, and he broughta funny creature, which his mother had fashioned for him out of afeather bolster. She had tied a string about it to form a head, andthis, covered with a pillowcase, had features worked in it with coloredembroidery cotton. Then the doll was dressed in a white dress of Mrs.Fuller’s, and a huge frilled sunbonnet adorned its head. Jack came,lugging his somewhat unwieldy guest, and the bolster lady was made tobow politely to Lady Eliza.
“Why! who’s that?” exclaimed Jack, looking with admiration at the woodenIndian.
“That’s Big Chief Saskatchewan,” announced Dick, proudly. “He’s ours.Aunt Nine sent him to us. Isn’t he great?”
“Gorgeous!” assented Jack. “How do you like Betty Bolster?”
“Oh, she’s just lovely,” declared Dolly, kissing Betty’s soft, whitecheek. “Set her down there, next to Pinkie’s fairy.” Then the otherchildren began to flock in.
Maddy Lester brought a big Teddy bear, with a huge ribbon tied round hisneck, and a bunch of flowers held in his paw. He made profound obeisanceto Lady Eliza and her friend, and then he was seated next to BettyBolster.
Clifford Lester had a fine personage to introduce as his guest. He hadtaken his father’s clothes-tree, and on the top had fastened a smilingmask and a wig made of curled hair. This he had dressed up in somenondescript garments, and though the strange-looking lady could not sitdown, she stood beautifully, and seemed quite worthy of Lady Eliza’sapproval.
One boy brought a rocking-horse, and one a ’possum.
Roguish Lily Craig brought a Jack-in-the-box, which she sprang in thevery face of Lady Eliza and the Big Chief, without, however, scaringthem a mite.
The Punch and Judy, too, created great amusement, and Spencer Nashraised shouts of laughter, when he arrived, proudly carrying a scarecrowfrom his father’s cornfield.
This scarecrow was of the conventional type, with flapping coat tails,and old, soft felt hat, jammed down over his face.
When all had arrived, the fourteen children were in gales of merrimentat the strange collection of creatures that made up Lady Eliza’s part ofthe party, and they made a procession to march round the grounds.
Saskatchewan was too heavy to travel, so they left him standing guard,but took lovely Lady Eliza, who was easily carried by two of the boys.
The reviewing stand was the front veranda, where the two aunties sat,and greatly did they enjoy the parade that came rollicking, frolickingby.
Then the guests, both animate and inanimate, went into the big parlourfor a dance. Aunt Abbie played the piano, and though some of thechildren had been to dancing school, many had not, and the dance wasreally more of a frolic.
The scarecrow, carried by Spencer Nash, politely asked Lady Eliza to behis partner, and Dolly, in behalf of the lady, consented. So these two,assisted by Spencer and Dolly, took their places, and opposite them werethe clothes-tree lady and the big Teddy bear, each guided in their stepsby their laughing owners.
Bolster Betty was partner to Jack-in-the-box, and the fairy danced withthe ’possum.
Aunt Rachel guided the uncertain figures of this quadrille, and theothers all danced round as they chose. Then, fearing the new member ofthe Dana family would be lonesome, they all trooped back to theplayground, where Saskatchewan stood, meekly holding his basket offlowers.
“You dear old thing!” cried Dolly, throwing her arms round him. “Did weleave you all alone? Well, here we are back again, and now we’ll playwith you.”
So they played “Copenhagen,” and “Oats, Peas, Beans, and Barley Grows,”and as Lady Eliza’s guests were chosen to step inside the ring, theirabsurd appearance made uproarious fun and laughter.
Then, by way of quieting them down, Aunt Abbie suggested that all thedolls and bears be set aside, while the children played some games bythemselves.
So, ranged in a semicircle, the queer guests sat or stood on either sideof Lady Eliza’s bower, and the children grouped themselves on the rugson the ground.
First, Aunt Abbie read them one or two lovely stories, and then sheproposed some guessing games and some forfeit games, and it was sixo’clock before they knew it.
So then it was time for the feast, and, leaving Lady Eliza and the BigChief to entertain their guests, Dick and Dolly led their own guests tothe house.
The dining-room table, extended to its full length, was a gay andfestive sight. In the centre was a big pyramid, built of macaroons andfancy cakes and bonbons, and surmounted by a sugar Cupid holding a bigred balloon by its string.
At every plate was a little sugar figure, bird or animal, holding thestring of a red balloon, and the balloons, themselves bobbing above thetable, made a jolly effect.
The two aunties assisted Delia and Hannah to wait on the guests, whoseappetites proved to be of the normal nine-year-old variety. Sandwichesdisappeared as if by magic; chicken croquettes seemed to meet withgeneral approval, and lemonade was willingly accepted.
Then the ice cream came, in the various shapes that Dick and Dolly hadselected,—a different design for each one. Pinkie had a fairy, ofcourse. Jack Fuller, an automobile, because he was so anxious for hisfather to get one.
Spencer Nash had a fish, because he liked to go fishing, and MaddyLester a boat, because she loved the water. Each had some appropriatejoke or allusion, and, as the fun was appreciated, the ices were all themore enjoyed.
Cakes and bonbons followed, and, last of all, the snapping Germancrackers.
These each held a tissue paper cap, which was donned by its owner, andDolly’s little Dutch bonnet proved becoming to her rosy face and sunnycurls.
Pinkie’s was a crown, and after it was put in place, Aunt Racheldeclared she looked like a fairy herself. The boys had sailor caps, andsoldier caps, and Scotch caps, and when all were be-hatted, theyadjourned to the parlour for a final game.
This proved to be “Stick and Ball.”
From the middle of the wide arched doorway hung, suspended by a singlecord, a large ball, apparently of white paper. A long, light stick orwand, was supplied by Aunt Abbie, who then blindfolded one of the littlegirls, and asked her to take the wand, turn round three times, and thenhit at the ball.
Geraldine did so, but by the time she had turned three times, she wasstanding almost with her back toward the ball, though she didn’t knowit.
So, when she struck, she hit only empty air.
A shout of laughter arose, but the children were surprised to find, asone after another tried it, that it was far from easy, to turn threetimes, and then stand facing in the right direction.
So it was not until nearly all had attempted it, that at last one of theboys hit the ball a smart, sharp, _whack!_ which burst the paper, anddown tumbled a lot of neat white paper parcels tied with red ribbons.
A name was written on each, and as the children scrambled for them, theywere quickly exchanged until each had his or her own. The parcelscontained pretty little gifts which were souvenirs of the party to takehome.
Though not of great value, they were all attractive presents, and theyoung guests were greatly pleased.
The party was over now, except for one last visit to the playground torecover their dolls and strange creatures who still waited out there.But as they neared the spot, a delighted “Oh!” burst from the children.
Michael had lighted the Japanese lanterns and turned the place into whatlooked like fairy-land.
It was dark now, and the lanterns cast shadows of Lady Eliza and herguests, as well as of the trees and hedges.
“Isn’t it beautiful!” whispered Pinkie to Dolly. “I wish we could stayhere awhile.”
“We can’t,” returned Dolly. “Aunt Rachel says it’s too damp to stay outhere in the evening. So she just let us have the lanterns lighted for afew minutes to see how pretty it is.”
“It’s lovely!” declared everybody.
And Dick said, “Perhaps in summer, when it’s real warm, we can stay outhere after dark, and have the lanterns again.”
The twins put this question to Aunt Rachel, after all the party guestshad gone home.
“Perhaps,” she replied, “when it’s really warm weather. But now, youmust scurry to bed, and we’ll discuss the subject some other time.”
“But we must bring in Lady Eliza,” said Dick, and with Michael’s help,Lady Eliza, with her pretty pink frock and ribbons quite unharmed, camesmilingly in at the front door.
But Big Chief Saskatchewan stood grimly on guard, all through the night,looking steadily ahead at the stars just above the horizon, and holdingfirmly his Indian basket of gay blossoms.
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Bunny was a lively little boy, very inquisitive. When he did anything,Sue followed his leadership. They had many adventures
, some comical inthe extreme.
BUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUEBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON GRANDPA’S FARMBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE PLAYING CIRCUSBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CAMP REST-A-WHILEBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT AUNT LU’S CITY HOMEBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE IN THE BIG WOODSBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE ON AN AUTO TOURBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AND THEIR SHETLAND PONYBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE GIVING A SHOWBUNNY BROWN AND HIS SISTER SUE AT CHRISTMAS TREE COVE
GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
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SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES
By LAURA LEE HOPE
Author of “The Bobbsey Twins Books,” “The Bunny Brown Series,” “The Make-Believe Series,” Etc.
Durably Bound. Illustrated. Uniform Style of Binding.
Delightful stories for little boys and girls which sprung into immediatepopularity. To know the six little Bunkers is to take them at once toyour heart, they are so intensely human, so full of fun and cutesayings. Each story has a little plot of its own—one that can be easilyfollowed—and all are written in Miss Hope’s most entertaining manner.Clean, wholesome volumes which ought to be on the bookshelf of everychild in the land.
SIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDMA BELL’SSIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT AUNT JO’SSIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COUSIN TOM’SSIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT GRANDPA FORD’SSIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT UNCLE FRED’SSIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT CAPTAIN BEN’SSIX LITTLE BUNKERS AT COWBOY JACK’S
GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
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Transcriber’s note:
Hyphenation has been retained as in the original.
Punctuation has been corrected without note. Other errors have beencorrected as noted below:
page 22, their seevrity, yet now ==> their severity, yet now
page 79, and he consideerd it his ==> and he considered it his
page 140, too creap for this ==> too cheap for this
page 144, “Yes, I’ll help yez ==> “Yis, I’ll help yez
page 157, little voice sad: ==> little voice said:
page 182, and ran of errands, ==> and ran lots of errands,
page 208, Eliza’s difficult transportantion ==> Eliza’s difficult transportation
page 209, I’ll have getttin’ ==> I’ll have gettin’
page 260, when the suddenly ==> when they suddenly
page 268, suppose Aune Nine ==> suppose Aunt Nine
page 293, journey to Hapyyland ==> journey to Happyland
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