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to, lest the children try it again some time.

"Stop it at once," he said. "Turn that water off, Mun Bun!"

"I'm not pulling it--it's Margy!" said the little boy.

"Both of you stop!" commanded their father. "Come here, Alexis!" he
called, and the big dog jumped out of the bathtub. Luckily the floor of
the room was of white tile, so the water that dripped on it from the dog
did no harm. But when he gave himself a shake, as dogs always do when
they come out of water, the drops splashed on the two children and also
on Mr. Bunker.

"Oh! Oh!" cried Mun Bun. "I'm--I'm all wet!"

"So'm I!" added Margy. She had let go of the shower-bath chain, and the
water no longer ran out.

"Alexis got me wet, too," said Daddy Bunker. "But you children should
not have done this. It was very wrong."

"But Alexis was very hot," said Margy. "His tongue was stickin' out of
his mouth just like Grandma's dog Zip's used to, and so we wanted to
cool him off; didn't we, Mun Bun?"

"Yes, we did," answered the little boy. "So I told him to get into the
bathtub, and we pulled the chain and the water splashed out on him."

"I should say it _did_ splash!" exclaimed Mr. Bunker, trying not to
laugh. "I don't know what Aunt Jo will say."

"Well, she said she wanted us to have fun," went on Margy, "and we did
have fun, and Alexis liked it."

"Perhaps he did," said her father, for the dog did not seem to mind
being wet. "But it was very wrong to do it. You children are very wet."

"Did anything happen?" asked Mrs. Bunker, as she came down the hall
toward the bathroom, with Russ, Rose and Laddie.

"Well, lots happened, but nothing very bad," said her husband. "Alexis
had his bath, that's all."

"Oh, my dears!" cried Mrs. Bunker, when she saw the splashed bathroom
and how wet the two children were. "How _could_ you do it?"

"I'll show you how to do it!" exclaimed Mun Bun, not exactly knowing
what his mother meant. "This is how!" and he reached for the handle of
the shower-bath chain. But his father caught him just in time to stop
him from splashing any more water about.

"It is a good thing I changed their clothes," said Mrs. Bunker. "Poor
Alexis! Did you think it was raining?" she asked, as she patted the
dog's wet head.

But the Great Dane did not seem to mind. He wagged his tail joyfully,
and, after all, the day was a hot one.

"Don't mind about a little water, as long as the children are all
right," said Aunt Jo, when she heard wh