at had happened. "Alexis loves to
get a bath, but he is generally washed out in the garage by William, the
man who attends to the car. I had never put him in a bathtub, but I
suppose he liked it."

"He waggled his tail like anything," said Mun Bun.

"Well, then that's a sure sign he was pleased," said Aunt Jo.

Margy and Mun Bun had been partly dried off in time for lunch, and the
six little Bunkers, with the rest of the family, were now at table.

"What we going to do this afternoon?" asked Vi.

"What would you like to do?" inquired her aunt with a smile.

"Well, I'd like to see something," Russ put in.

"I want to see some cows and sheep," added Laddie. "Maybe I could think
up a riddle about them if I was to see some. We had some at Grandma
Bell's."

"And he gave 'em sugar 'stid of salt," said Russ with a laugh.

"Well, they liked it," Laddie declared. "Only the old ram--_he_ wasn't
nice!"

"I'm sorry, but there aren't any sheep or cows around here," said Aunt
Jo with a smile. "You must remember that this is a city, and not the
country. But there are many things to see here. We can go to visit
Bunker Hill Monument, and we can go on excursions to Nantasket
Beach--oh, we can do lots of things to have fun!"

"That's good!" murmured Rose. "I think I'd like to go for a walk, and
see things."

"So would I," agreed her mother. "If you like, Rose, you and I will take
a walk. I want to get a few things from the store."

"Well, you can do that," said Daddy Bunker, "and I'll stay here with
Aunt Jo and look after the children. I'm afraid even five little Bunkers
will be too much for her to manage."

"Oh, no!" exclaimed Aunt Jo. "I love children!"

She had never had any of her own, being unmarried, but no mother could
have been more kind nor have loved children any more than did Aunt Jo.

"Well, if mother and Rose go downtown for a walk, we'll stay here and
look around a bit," said Daddy Bunker.

"And maybe I can find something to make," said Russ, as he walked about,
whistling his shrillest. Russ was not quite happy unless he was making
something, whether it was whittling a sword out of a piece of wood, or
building an airship.

So, while Daddy Bunker took the children out into Aunt Jo's back
yard--and she had a large one, for which the boys and girls were very
glad--Mrs. Bunker and Rose got ready to go shopping.

At one end of the yard was the garage for the automobile. The reason she
had not sent it to th