"Oh, look over here!"
"See this funny boat!"
"Look, Daddy! What's that man doing?"
"Oh, I hear some music!"
These were some of the things the six little Bunkers said and shouted as they were on the boat going to Nantasket Beach. The day was a fine, sunny one, and they had started early in the morning to have as long a time as possible at the playground, for that is what Nantasket Beach really is.
Russ and Rose, Violet and Laddie, and Margy and Mun Bun ran here and there on the boat, finding different things to look at and wonder over on the vessel itself, or in the waters across which they were steaming.
Mother and Daddy Bunker sat with Aunt Jo in a shady place on deck, and watched the children at their play.
Russ and Laddie and the two older girls were standing near the rail, toward the front, or bow, of the boat, and they had to hold their hats on to keep them from being blown away.
"I would like a kite here," Laddie said. Then he watched some boats moving back and forth in the water, big ones and little ones, and, suddenly turning to his brother, said:
"I've got a new riddle."
"What is it?" Russ asked. "I can guess it."
"Nope! You can't!" Laddie went on. "And it's an easy one, too."
"Go on and tell it!" exclaimed Russ. "I know I can guess it."
"Why is this boat like a duck?" asked Laddie. "Now, you can't answer that."
"I can so!" cried Russ, as he thought for a moment. "That's easy. This boat is like a duck 'cause it goes in water."
"Nope!" said Laddie, shaking his head with vigor.
"It is so!" cried Russ. "I'm going to ask Mother."
The two boys went in search of their mother, leaving Rose and Vi up in front.
"What is it now?" Mrs. Bunker wanted to know, as the two boys ran up to her.
"Laddie made up a riddle about 'why this boat is like a duck,' and when I told him 'cause it goes in water like a duck, he says that isn't the answer. It is, isn't it?"
"That isn't the answer I mean!" exclaimed Laddie, before his mother had a chance to speak.
"Well, I suppose Laddie can pick out the one answer he wants to his own riddles, if he makes them up," said Mrs. Bunker to the two boys.
"I have an answer," said Laddie, "and Russ didn't guess it right."
"Give me another chance," pleaded the older boy. "I know why the boat is like a duck—'cause itswimsin water! That's it!"
"Nope!" said Laddie again, shaking his head harder than before.
"Then there isn't any answer!" declared Russ.
"Yes, there is, too," insisted Laddie. "I'll tell you. This boat is like a duck because itpaddles! See? A duck paddles its feet in water and this boat paddles its wheels in water. I saw the paddle-wheels when we came on board."
"Huh!" exclaimed Russ. "I could have thought of that if you'd given me one more turn."
"Isn't that a good riddle?" demanded Laddie, smiling.
"Pretty good," admitted Russ. "I'm going to think up one now, and I'm sure there can't anybody answer it. You wait!" and he went off by himself to think up his riddle.
Margy and Mun Bun, after running about a bit, had heard some music being played on board, and had teased their mother to take them to hear it. This Mrs. Bunker was glad to do, as it gave her a chance to sit quietly with the smaller children.
Across the waters steamed the boat, and Russ finally gave up trying to think of a hard riddle, and walked here and there with Laddie, finally getting to a place where they could watch the engines.
Russ did not find it as easy to think up a hard riddle as he had thought he would, buthe said he was going to try after they got back to Aunt Jo's house.
"'Cause," he said, "there's so much to see now that I don't want to miss any of it."
It was a ride of about an hour and a half from Boston to Nantasket Beach, and that pleasure spot was reached long enough before noon for the children to play about and have fun before lunch.
They had brought some things to eat with them, but Daddy Bunker said they would also have something to eat at a restaurant. It was a good thing Mrs. Bunker and Aunt Jo did provide sandwiches, for the children were hungry as soon as they left the boat and insisted on eating.
And then the fun began. There was plenty to do at Nantasket Beach, smooth slides to coast down on, funny tricks that could be played, and phonographs that one could listen to by putting the ends of rubber tubes in the ears after having dropped a penny in the machine. There were moving pictures and other things to enjoy.
BEST OF ALL THE CHILDREN LIKED THE MERRY-GO-ROUND.BEST OF ALL THE CHILDREN LIKED THE MERRY-GO-ROUND.
Six Little Bunkers at Aunt Jo's.—Page 223
Best of all the children liked the merry-go-rounds, and they had so many rides on theprancing horses, the lions, the tigers, the ostriches and the other animals and birds that Daddy Bunker said:
"My! I'm afraid we'll all go to the poorhouse if I spend all my pennies."
"You can take some of the sixty-five dollars I found in the pocketbook," said Rose.
"No," and her father shook his head. "We mustn't touch that money yet. I haven't given up the hope of finding who owns it, though it certainly takes them a long while to find out about it. But there must be something wrong. Either they have not seen our advertisements, or they have gone far away."
"Can't we ever spend any of the money?" asked Russ.
"Well, maybe, some day, if we don't find the owner," said his father.
The children went in bathing, and then had lunch at an open-air restaurant. And such appetites as they had! The salt air seemed to make them hungry, even if they had eaten the sandwiches brought from home.
"Now I want some more rides on the merry-go-round," said Margy, after they had taken in some other amusements. "I want toride on the rooster this time. He's bigger than the rooster at Grandma Bell's, but he's nice and red."
Among the creatures in the merry-go-round machine was a big, wooden rooster, painted red, with his beak open just as if he were going to crow. Margy had ridden on a horse and on a lion, and now she wanted the rooster.
"Well, you may have just one more ride," said her mother. "But don't tease for any more."
"Why not?" Margy wanted to know.
"Because it might make you ill, my dear," said Mrs. Bunker. "Too much riding, when you go around in a circle that way, may upset your stomach. One ride more will be enough, I think."
Margy agreed to be content with one, but when that was over she had enjoyed it so much that she teased and begged for just one more.
"Oh, let her have it, Mother!" suggested Rose. "We'd all like another ride. And I'll sit beside Margy in one of the seats, and then maybe it won't make her sick."
Margy didn't look ill, and she seemed to be enjoying herself.
"Well, this is a sort of play-day," said Daddy Bunker, "and I want you children to have a good time. I don't suppose one more ride will do any harm," he said to his wife. "And, I'll try to keep out of the poorhouse until we can use the sixty-five dollars in the pocketbook Rose found," and he laughed.
"Well, if you say it's all right I suppose it is," agreed his wife. "But this is, positively, the last ride!"
So the children got their tickets, and Margy and Rose took their seats in a little make-believe chariot, drawn by a green camel.
The music began to play, the merry-go-round began to turn and once more the children were having a good time. In chairs near the big machine Daddy and Mother Bunker and Aunt Jo waved to the children each time they came around.
The turn was almost over when Mrs. Bunker happened to see Margy leaning up against Rose. And the mother noticed that her littlest girl's face was very white. Rose, too, seemed frightened.
"Oh, I'm sure Margy is ill!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "She has ridden too much! Oh, Charles! Have them stop the machine!"
"It's stopping now," he said. He, too, had noticed the paleness of Margy's face.
Slowly the merry-go-round came to a stop, but even before it had altogether ceased moving Daddy Bunker had jumped on and hurried to where Rose sat holding Margy.
"Oh, Daddy!" exclaimed Rose, "she says she feels terribly bad."
"What's the matter with Daddy's little girl?" asked Mr. Bunker, as he took Margy in his arms and started to get off the machine. "Did you become frightened?"
"Oh, no! No, Daddy!" answered Margy in a weak voice. "But I feel funny right here," and she put her hand on her stomach. "And my head hurts and I feel dizzy—and—and——"
Then poor little Margy's head fell back and her eyes closed. She was too ill to talk any more.
"Take her out in the air," said one of the men in charge of the merry-go-round, as he saw Mr. Bunker carrying Margy across the floor. "They often feel a bit faint from riding too much, or from the motion. The air makes 'em all right. Take her right down to the beach. That would be best, I think."
"I will," said Mr. Bunker.
Tenderly he looked down at the little white face on his arm. Mrs. Bunker and Aunt Jo looked worried, as they hurried after Mr. Bunker, and Rose and Russ, who, with Violet, Mun Bun and Laddie had gotten off the merry-go-round, followed through the crowd.
"What's the matter? What is it? Was any one hurt?" asked several persons.
"No, it's only a little girl sort of fainted," a policeman said, and that was really what had happened to Margy.
"The fresh air down by the beach will bring her around all right," said the man who had first spoken to Mr. Bunker. "I'll look around for a doctor, if you like."
"Oh, I don't think she is as badly off as that," replied Margy's father. "As you say, the fresh air will bring her around."
So the six little Bunkers, with Margy being carried by her daddy, went down near the water. The merry-go-round was not far from the bathing pavilion where they had left their clothes when they went in swimming during the morning.
At the cashier's desk was a young lady, who gave out the tickets and took charge of watches, jewelry, money and other things that the bathing-folk left with her for safe-keeping. This young lady cashier saw Margy being carried by Mr. Bunker, and called to him:
"Bring the little girl up here. She can lie down on a bench in the shade, and feel the fresh ocean air. That will be better than having her out in the sun."
"Indeed it will," said Mrs. Bunker. "Thank you very much."
With some dry bathing-suits and towels, the girl kindly made a sort of bed on a bench for Margy, and there the little girl was tenderly put to rest by her father. Then he looked carefully at her, and listened to the beating of her heart.
"She'll be all right in a little while," he said. "If I could get her a glass of cold water——"
"I'll get you one," offered the bathing cashier. "We have some ice water inside."
"You are very kind," said Mrs. Bunker. "We went in bathing from this place not very long ago, but I did not see you here then."
"No, I come only in the afternoons," said the girl. "Another girl and I take turns, as the work is pretty hard on a hot day when lots of folks go in swimming."
She brought the water for Margy, and then the little girl opened her eyes and looked about her.
"Take a drink," said her mother. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yes," said Margy. "I'm all right. I felt awful funny," she said, and she smiled a little. Her cheeks were not so pale now, and she tried to sit up.
"Better lie down a bit yet," said Daddy Bunker. "Then you'll feel a lot better. Next time you mustn't ride so much on the merry-go-round. Too many trips are not good for any one."
In a short time Margy felt so much better that she could sit up. The cashier came back from her place at the window to ask how the little girl was feeling, and she seemed glad when told that Margy was better.
Russ, Rose and the other children had been asked to stay outside and play in the sand, but now, having been told by Aunt Jo that Margy was nearly recovered, they came in the bathing pavilion office to look at their little sister. Just at this time there were not many people wanting bathing-suits, so the cashier who had been so kind was not very busy.
As Rose and the others stood looking at Margy, and also at the cashier, Vi suddenly exclaimed:
"Why, I know her!"
"Who?" asked Mrs. Bunker.
"Her," went on Vi. She pointed to the cashier. "She found me the day I was lost, when I went after the loaf of bread and I went down the wrong street and I couldn't find Aunt Jo's house. She found the right street for me. I know her—her name's Mary!"
The cashier turned to look at Violet.
"Oh, now I remember you!" she exclaimed. "Yes, I did see you crying on the street in the Back Bay section of Boston one day. I remember now. I could tell where you lived because my mother used to sew in that neighborhood, and I had seen the big dog at your aunt's house. So you got home all right, did you?"
"Yes, she came just as I was starting out to look for her," said Daddy Bunker. "We often wondered who had been so kind as to show Violet the right way, but all she could tell was that it was a girl named 'Mary'. I often thought I'd like to see her, and thank her for being so kind to our little girl, but, only knowing your first name——"
"My name is Mary Turner," said the girl."I live in Boston, though not at Back Bay, but I come over here every day on the boat to work."
"Do you like it?" asked Aunt Jo.
"Yes, it is very pleasant, and not too hard. I like the smell of the salt water. I'd be near the ocean all the while if I could. But we can't have all we want," and she smiled. "Shall I get you some more cold water?" she asked Margy.
"Yes, please," answered the little girl. "I feel a lot better now."
"That's good," said Mary Turner, as she went to the water-cooler.
"Wasn't it funny I should see her again?" said Violet. "She was awful nice to me when I was lost."
"She seems like a very nice girl," said Mrs. Bunker, "and she is certainly very kind to us. I'm glad we met her."
Mary came back with more water for Margy, who was now able to walk around, the feeling of illness having passed.
"I want to go down and play in the sand," she said.
"Better not go out in the hot sun rightaway," advised Aunt Jo. "Stay in the shade a bit, Margy."
"Yes," urged Mary Turner. "Come and see my queer little office, where I sit all day and hand out tickets and take in gold watches and diamond rings and things like that."
"Do you keep 'em?" asked Russ.
"Oh, no! The people who go in bathing leave them with me for safety. I have to give them back when they hand me the check I give them. I keep each person's things separately in little pigeonholes, and there is a man on guard there, too,—a sort of policeman."
"Are there any pigeons in the pigeonholes?" asked Vi.
"Oh, no!" laughed Mary. "They just call them pigeonholes because they are like the openings that pigeons go in and out of at barns, and such places, I suppose. They are like the boxes in a post office, only larger. Come, I'll show them to you."
As this would keep Margy in the shade a while longer, Mrs. Bunker said the children could go with Mary and look at her "office."
"My daddy's got an office," said Rose. "It's a real estate office."
"Well, mine is different from that," Mary said.
They went with her to look. As it was rather soon after the dinner hour, not many persons were in bathing, and the compartments or "pigeonholes" were not all filled. In some, however, were the envelopes in which people sealed their watches, rings and other valuables.
The six little Bunkers were quite pleased at seeing Mary Turner's office, and the "policeman" who was on guard so no one would come in and take the envelopes.
"Did some one leave that when they went in bathing?" asked Mr. Bunker with a smile, as he pointed to something in one of the pigeonholes.
"Oh, no," answered Mary with a smile. "That's mine. It's a doll, and I brought it with me to-day, thinking I would have time to make a new dress for it, and give it to a little girl I know. I don't play with dolls any more, though I used to like them very much, and I still like to make dresses for them. But I've been rather busy this morning, helping Mr. Barton, who owns the bathing pavilion, so I didn't get time to do any sewing."
As she spoke she took down the doll, and held it out for Margy and the others to see. And, as Rose looked at it, she exclaimed:
"Oh, look! Why—why, that's Lily! That's my doll that went up in the airship! That's Lily!"
"It can't be, Rose!" said her mother.
"Yes, it is!" insisted the little girl, as she took the doll from her sister's hand. "Look! Don't you 'member where there was a cut in her and her sawdust insides ran out and Aunt Jo sewed up the place with red thread?" and Rose turned the doll over and showed where, surely enough, the doll was sewed with red thread.
"Is that really your doll?" asked Mary, and there was a queer look on her face.
"It really is," said Rose Bunker. "I sent her up in a basket and there was a lot of balloons tied to it. I called it an airship and it got loose and Lily went away up in the sky, and I couldn't get her down."
"I said she'd come down," cried Russ, "'cause I knew the balloons couldn't stay upforever. But we looked for the doll and couldn't find her."
"Did she drop out of the airship?" asked Rose eagerly.
"No, she came down with the 'airship,' as you call it," went on the bathing-pavilion cashier. "She was in a basket when I found her. And tied to the basket were some toy balloons. A few of them had burst, and the gas had come out of the others, so that they were all flabby and wouldn't keep the airship up any more. Then it came down, and it happened to land right in the back yard of the place where I board, in Boston.
"I saw it in the morning, when I went out to feed the pet cat, and I brought the doll in. She was all wet, and her dress had come off. But I carried her into the house and I've kept her ever since. I've been intending to dress her and give her to a little girl, but I'm glad you have her back," and she smiled at Rose.
"Oh, isn't it just wonderful!" cried the little girl. "To think I have my own darling Lily back after her going up in the airship!"
Indeed it was quite strange and wonderful, as they all agreed, that Rose's doll had been found in such a curious way. Rose, herself, was very happy, for, though the doll was not her "best" one, she liked it very much indeed, and had felt sad at losing Lily.
"I'm glad the airship came down at your house," said Rose to Mary.
"And I'm glad I found her for you," said the cashier.
"'Cause," remarked Vi, "she might have fallen in a house where there was a puppy dog, and he'd have bitten her and torn her dress. I wonder where her dress went."
"Oh, I guess the wind blew it off," said Russ. "The wind is awful strong up high in the air. Once it busted one of my kites."
"I guess that's how it happened," saidDaddy Bunker. "The toy balloons must have gone up very high, carrying your doll along, Rose."
"No. Lily didn't have on a dress that day. I was in an awful hurry, an' I just wrapped a handkerchief around her. That blew away, I guess."
By this time Margy was feeling all right again, and after a little more talk with Mary, the six little Bunkers went out to play on the sandy beach, Rose carrying her doll.
"Oh, it's lovely at Nantasket Beach!" said Russ, as he and Laddie ran about and waded in the shallow water. "Thank you, Aunt Jo, for bringing us here."
"Oh, I'm enjoying it as much as you children are," said Daddy's sister.
But all things must come to an end, even picnics, and when the six little Bunkers had done about everything they wanted to at the pleasure resort it was time to take the boat back for Boston.
On board, after the children and the grown folks were seated, Vi saw her friend Mary Turner.
"There's the girl that found me when Iwas lost, and the one that had Rose's doll," said Vi, pointing.
"Oh, so it is!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "Don't you want to come over and sit by us?" she asked the bathing-pavilion girl.
"Yes, I should like to," was the answer. "It's lonesome riding home alone."
"Where do you live in Boston?" asked Mrs. Bunker, as Mary sat down near her and the children, who were too tired with their fun to romp around much.
"I board down near where I can get this steamer easily," was the answer. "I have a pass on the boat, and by walking to the dock I save carfare. And these days one has to save all one can," she added.
"You say you board," put in Aunt Jo. "Have you no relatives?"
"Oh, yes, I have a brother and a mother, but Mother is ill in the hospital," was the answer.
"That's too bad," said the ladies, who felt quite sorry for Mary.
Then they talked about different things until, at dusk, the boat landed at the wharf, and the six little Bunkers and all the otherpassengers got off. Rose whispered something to her mother, who looked a little surprised and then spoke to Aunt Jo.
"Why, yes, I'd be delighted to have her," was the low answer, for Mary was walking on ahead, with Russ and Laddie.
"Rose thinks it would be nice to ask Mary to come to supper with us," said Mrs. Bunker to her husband. "Aunt Jo says that she is willing."
"Of course we'll ask her!" said Mr. Bunker kindly, and when Mary was toldaboutthe plan she smiled and said she would be glad to come. So to Aunt Jo's nice home they all went, and Parker had a fine supper soon ready for them, even though she didn't expect company.
After the supper, which Mary seemed to enjoy very much, saying it was much nicer than at her boarding-house, she and the six little Bunkers sat on the porch and talked. Mary told about the funny things which sometimes happened at the bathing-beach.
"Well, I'm glad we went there to-day," said Rose. "If we hadn't I'd never have found my airship doll."
"You were very lucky," said Laddie.
"Yes," added Russ. "I wish I had such good luck as Rose. She found her doll and she found a pocketbook."
"Oh, I didn't tell you about that!" exclaimed Rose to Mary. "I really did find a pocketbook in the street, about two weeks ago, and it had a lot of money in it."
"Did it?" asked the bathing-beach girl, and she seemed interested more than usual.
"Oh, a lot of money," went on Rose. "Please, Daddy, can't I show Mary the pocketbook I found?" she asked, for Miss Turner had told the children to call her by her first name. "I want to show her the pocketbook I picked up," went on the little girl.
"All right, you may," said Mr. Bunker. "I'll get it for you," and he brought it from the house.
"There it is!" cried Rose. "Wasn't I lucky to pick that up?"
"Indeed you were," said Mary Turner, and then, as she caught sight of the wallet in Mr. Bunker's hand she exclaimed:
"Why, there it is! There's the very one! Oh, to think that you have it!"
"Do you know whose this is?" asked Mr. Bunker. "Ever since my little girl found the wallet we've been trying to find the owner, but we haven't been able to."
"That's my mother's pocketbook!" cried Mary. "And it's on account of that she's in the hospital, and ill. Oh, how wonderful!"
"Is this really your mother's purse?" asked Mr. Bunker.
"It surely is," answered the bathing-beach girl. "She had just sixty-five dollars in it."
"That's just how much was in this!" exclaimed Russ.
"And besides," went on Mary, "I know the pocketbook. It has a little tear in one corner, and the clasp is bent."
"That's right," said Mr. Bunker.
"And," went on Mary, "besides the sixty-five dollars there was a funny Chinese coin with a square hole in the middle. Did you find that in the purse?"
"Yes," exclaimed Aunt Jo, "there was a Chinese coin in the pocketbook! That proves it must be your mother's pocketbook."
"I'm sure of it," said Mary. "Oh, how glad she'll be that it is found, and the money,too. That is—if we can have it back," she said softly.
"Have it back? Of course you may!" cried Mr. Bunker. "If it is your mother's we want you to have it. Was there anything else in the purse when your mother lost it?"
"Yes," Mary said, "there was a letter from my brother, but part of it was torn off," and she spoke of what the note had in it. Then they were all sure it was Mrs. Turner's purse.
The letter, from which the lower part had been torn, was from Mary's brother John. He was a soldier in the army. His mother had written, telling him that her brother, Mary and John's "Uncle Jack," had sent the money to her, and that she was going to spend it in trying to get a rest of a month, as she was very tired from overwork.
But the pocketbook had been lost by Mrs. Turner, and, as Mary said, it made her mother ill, so she had had to go to the hospital.
But through the good luck of Rose everything had come out all right, for Mary felt that the news of the recovery of the money would take the worry from Mrs. Turner'smind, thus making it easier to regain her health.
"You found my doll," exclaimed Rose, "and I found your pocketbook! We are both lucky!"
"Indeed we are," said Mary, smiling, as she took the wallet from Mr. Bunker. "Oh, but Mother will be happy, now!" went on the girl.
"Mother had been overworking, for we are poor and she had had us two children to bring up, as my father is dead. She was on her way to see about going away for a time to get a good rest, now that John and I are old enough to look out for ourselves, when she lost the purse and the sixty-five dollars.
"She felt so bad about it, when she couldn't find it, that she was made ill, and had to be taken to a hospital. We did not tell my brother, as we did not want to worry him. But I know this good news will make Mother better.
"I walked all around the streets near where she thought she had lost her purse, but I couldn't find it."
"Didn't you read the lost and found advertisements?" asked Mr. Bunker. "We advertised the finding of the pocketbook in the papers."
"No, I was so worried about Mother that I never thought to," was the answer. "And when I had her taken to the hospital, and found a boarding-place for myself, and went to work at Nantasket Beach, I thought there was no use to look. I never expected to get the money back."
"But you did, and I'm glad I found it," said Rose.
They were all glad. Mr. Bunker took Mary that very night to the hospital where her mother was, and the good news so cheered Mrs. Turner that the doctor said she would soon get better, and, after a while, entirely well. That is what good news sometimes does.
But the good luck of the Turners did not end with the getting back of the lost pocketbook. Aunt Jo became interested in the little family, and promised to give Mrs. Turner plenty of work to do at sewing as soon as she was well. And a better place was found for Mary to work, where she wouldnot have to take the long trip back and forth from Nantasket Beach.
So many good things came about just because Rose saw the pocketbook and picked it up.
And now my story is nearly done. Not that the six little Bunkers did not have more fun at Aunt Jo's, for they did, but I have not room for any more about them in this book.
"But do we have to go home right away?" asked Russ, when he heard his father and mother talking of packing up a few days later.
"Oh, no," was the answer. "We have a letter from another of our relatives, asking us to come to see him before we go back to Pineville, and I think we'll accept."
"Where is it?" asked Rose.
"Down at the seashore," answered her father. "Don't you remember?" And what next happened to the children will be told in the book after this, to be called, "Six Little Bunkers at Cousin Tom's."
It was a beautifully sunshiny day. Out on the lawn Russ and Laddie were playing with the hose.
"Mother, make Russ stop!" suddenly Laddie cried.
"What's he doing?" asked Mrs. Bunker, who could see that not very much was happening.
"He's squirting water on me from the hose."
"I am not, Mother," said Russ, laughing. "I'm only making believe Laddie is in bathing down at Cousin Tom's at the seashore, and when you go in swimming you've got to get a little wet!"
"Oh, well, if you're making believe playthat, all right," said Laddie, "wet me some more."
Russ did. So, at their play, we will take leave, for a time, of the six little Bunkers, wishing them well.
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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 in the extreme.
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Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
Author of "The Bunny Brown" Series, Etc.
12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING.
Copyright publications which cannot be obtained elsewhere. Books that charm the hearts of the little ones, and of which they never tire. Many of the adventures are comical in the extreme, and all the accidents that ordinarily happen to youthful personages happened to these many-sided little mortals. Their haps and mishaps make decidedly entertaining reading.
Copyright publications which cannot be obtained elsewhere. Books that charm the hearts of the little ones, and of which they never tire. Many of the adventures are comical in the extreme, and all the accidents that ordinarily happen to youthful personages happened to these many-sided little mortals. Their haps and mishaps make decidedly entertaining reading.
THE BOBBSEY TWINSTHE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRYTHE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORETHE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOLTelling how they go home from the seashore; went to school and were promoted, and of their many trials and tribulations.THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGETelling of the winter holidays, and of the many fine times and adventures the twins had at a winter lodge in the big woods.THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOATMr. Bobbsey obtains a houseboat, and the whole family go off on a tour.THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOKThe young folks visit the farm again and have plenty of good times and several adventures.THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOMEThe twins get into all sorts of trouble—and out again—also bring aid to a poor family.
Telling how they go home from the seashore; went to school and were promoted, and of their many trials and tribulations.
Telling of the winter holidays, and of the many fine times and adventures the twins had at a winter lodge in the big woods.
Mr. Bobbsey obtains a houseboat, and the whole family go off on a tour.
The young folks visit the farm again and have plenty of good times and several adventures.
The twins get into all sorts of trouble—and out again—also bring aid to a poor family.
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
12mo. BOUND IN CLOTH. ILLUSTRATED. UNIFORM STYLE OF BINDING.
Here is a series full of the spirit of high school life of to-day. The girls are real flesh-and-blood characters, and we follow them with interest in school and out. There are many contested matches on track and field, and on the water, as well as doings in the classroom and on the school stage. There is plenty of fun and excitement, all clean, pure and wholesome.
Here is a series full of the spirit of high school life of to-day. The girls are real flesh-and-blood characters, and we follow them with interest in school and out. There are many contested matches on track and field, and on the water, as well as doings in the classroom and on the school stage. There is plenty of fun and excitement, all clean, pure and wholesome.
THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGHOr Rivals for all Honors.A stirring tale of high school life, full of fan, with a touch of mystery and a strange initiation.
A stirring tale of high school life, full of fan, with a touch of mystery and a strange initiation.
THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH ON LAKE LUNAOr The Crew That Won.Telling of water sports and fun galore, and of fine times in camp.
Telling of water sports and fun galore, and of fine times in camp.
THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH AT BASKETBALLOr The Great Gymnasium Mystery.Here we have a number of thrilling contests at basketball and in addition, the solving of a mystery which had bothered the high school authorities for a long while.
Here we have a number of thrilling contests at basketball and in addition, the solving of a mystery which had bothered the high school authorities for a long while.
THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH ON THE STAGEOr The Play That Took the Prize.How the girls went in for theatricals and how one of them wrote a play which afterward was made over for the professional stage and brought in some much-needed money.
How the girls went in for theatricals and how one of them wrote a play which afterward was made over for the professional stage and brought in some much-needed money.
THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH ON TRACK AND FIELDOr The Girl Champions of the School LeagueThis story takes in high school athletics in their most approved and up-to-date fashion. Full of fun and excitement.
This story takes in high school athletics in their most approved and up-to-date fashion. Full of fun and excitement.
THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH IN CAMPOr The Old Professor's Secret.The girls went camping on Acorn Island and had a delightful time at boating, swimming and picnic parties.
The girls went camping on Acorn Island and had a delightful time at boating, swimming and picnic parties.
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York
The outdoor chums are four wide-awake lads, sons of wealthy men of a small city located on a lake. The boys love outdoor life, and are greatly interested in hunting, fishing, and picture taking. They have motor cycles, motor boats, canoes, etc., and during their vacations go everywhere and have all sorts of thrilling adventures. The stories give full directions for camping out, how to fish, how to hunt wild animals and prepare the skins for stuffing, how to manage a canoe, how to swim, etc. Full of the spirit of outdoor life.
THE OUTDOOR CHUMSOr The First Tour of the Rod, Gun and Camera Club.THE OUTDOOR CHUMS ON THE LAKEOr Lively Adventures on Wildcat Island.THE OUTDOOR CHUMS IN THE FORESTOr Laying the Ghost of Oak Ridge.THE OUTDOOR CHUMS ON THE GULFOr Rescuing the Lost Balloonists.THE OUTDOOR CHUMS AFTER BIG GAMEOr Perilous Adventures in the Wilderness.THE OUTDOOR CHUMS ON A HOUSEBOATOr The Rivals of the Mississippi.THE OUTDOOR CHUMS IN THE BIG WOODSOr The Rival Hunters at Lumber Run.THE OUTDOOR CHUMS AT CABIN POINTOr The Golden Cup Mystery.
12mo. Averaging 240 pages. Illustrated. Handsomely bound in Cloth.
12mo. Averaging 240 pages. Illustrated. Handsomely bound in Cloth.
Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York