"Only one"s busted," he said, "and that"s just partly cracked. I"ll hurry into the house with it and she can put it in a dish and save it.
"Tisn"t cracked very much."
"That"s good," said Rose. "Parker is going to bake a cake, I heard her say, so she"ll need some eggs right away, and she can use the cracked one first."
"I"m glad of that," observed Henry.
Then he hurried into Aunt Jo"s house with the eggs and other groceries, and when he came out--not having been scolded a bit--the girls had gone with their jumping-rope, so Henry didn"t have another chance to take a tumble.
On the shady porch of Aunt Jo"s house Rose, Vi and their three little girl friends played with their dolls. They were having lots of fun, undressing and dressing them, sending them on "visits," one to another, and having play-parties.
"Do you like it here?" asked Mabel of Rose.
"Oh, yes, lots," was the answer. "We"ve had just the loveliest summer.
First, we were at Grandma Bell"s, and now we"re at Aunt Jo"s, and maybe we"ll go to Cousin Tom"s at the seash.o.r.e before we go back home."
"You"ve got lots of relations, haven"t you?" asked Sallie.
"Oh, that"s only part of "em," Rose went on. "We"ve got more," and she mentioned them.
Vi was putting her doll to sleep on a bed of gra.s.s made in a corner of the porch, when a door slammed and the sound of running feet was heard.
"Hush! Don"t make so much noise!" exclaimed Violet in a whisper. "My doll"s asleep."
"It"s Margy and Mun Bun," said Rose, as the two smallest Bunkers came racing around the corner of the porch. "They"re my little sister and brother," Rose explained to the other girls. "They"ve just had a nap, so they feel like playing now."
"Can we have some fun?" asked Margy.
"We want lots of fun!" added Mun Bun.
"Oh, dear! They"ll wake up my doll!" whispered Vi. "Can"t you two go away and play somewhere else?"
"Here. I"ll let "em take these marbles," said Mabel. "They"re my little brother"s. He gave me his bag to hold when he went off to play tops with some of the boys. I"ll let Margy and Mun Bun take the marbles to play with."
"That"ll be nice," said Rose. "Run along, Mun Bun and Margy, and play marbles."
This just suited the younger children. Down off the porch they ran, and soon the others could hear them laughing and shouting. But pretty soon Margy came running back.
"Come an" get Mun Bun," she said to Rose. "He"s got his head in, an" he can"t get it out."
"Got his head in where?" asked Rose.
"In a hole," answered Margy quite calmly.
CHAPTER XXII
OUT TO NANTASKET BEACH
When Margy told Rose about Mun Bun being down in a hole, Mabel, Florence and Sallie looked much more frightened than the little girl who had come running to the porch with the news. Indeed, Margy did not seem frightened at all; but, of course, Mun Bun could not stay always with his head in a hole, so she had come to tell some one to get him out.
"What kind of a hole is he in?" asked Mabel.
"Can"t he ever get out?" Florence inquired.
"I don"t know," answered Margy. "It"s a funny hole. It"s in the yard, and Mun Bun"s head is away down in it. I can"t see his head, but his legs are stickin" out."
"Mother! Mother!" cried Rose, running into the house, where Mrs. Bunker was sitting in the sewing-room with Aunt Jo. "Oh, Mother! Mun Bun----"
Rose had to stop, for she was out of breath.
"What"s he been doing now?" asked Mrs. Bunker. Then she saw Rose"s face, and added: "Oh, has anything happened?" and she hurried over to Rose.
"Margy says his head is in a hole in the yard, and that his legs are sticking out," went on the little girl. "Mun Bun and Margy went out to play marbles an"----"
But Mrs. Bunker did not stop to hear. Followed by Aunt Jo, out she rushed to the yard, and there she saw a strange sight. In the middle of the lawn Mun Bun seemed to be kneeling down. But the funny part of it was that his head did not show. And yet it wasn"t so funny either, just then, though they all laughed about it afterward.
"Oh, what has happened to him?" cried Mrs. Bunker as she rushed across the gra.s.s. Aunt Jo was beside her, and Rose, Vi, Margy and the three other girls followed.
"Mun Bun! Mun Bun!" called his mother, as she came closer to him. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, my head"s in a hole! It"s in a hole, and I can"t get it out!"
sobbed the little fellow. And, just as Margy had said, his voice did sound strange--as if it came from the cellar.
"Don"t be afraid. I see what has happened," said Aunt Jo. "Mun Bun isn"t hurt, and I can get him out of the hole."
"And can you get his head out, too?" asked Vi.
"Oh, yes, his head and--everything," said Aunt Jo. "I see what he has done. He has taken the cover off the lawn-drain, and stuck his head down in it, though why he did it I don"t know."
"He"s trying to get some of our marbles," explained Margy, as Aunt Jo and Mother Bunker hurried to the side of Mun Bun. "The marbles rolled down the hole in the yard and Mun Bun said he could get "em back. So he stuck down his head, and now he can"t get it up."
"I wonder why?" said Mother Bunker.
"It"s on account of his ears," said Aunt Jo, who had her hands on the head of Mun Bun now. "They stick out so they catch on the side and edges of the hole. But I"ll hold them back for him."
She slipped her thin fingers down into the hole, on either side of Mun Bun"s head. Then she raised up his head, and out of the hole it came.
Mun Bun"s face was very red--standing on his head as he had been almost doing, had sent the blood there. His face was red, and it was dirty, for he had been crying.
"Now you"re all right!" said Aunt Jo, kissing him.
"Don"t cry any more!" went on Mother Bunker, as she clasped the little boy in her arms. Mun Bun soon stopped sobbing.
"I see how it all happened," went on Aunt Jo. "In the middle of my lawn is a drain-pipe to let the water run off when too much of it rains down.
Over the hole in the pipe is an iron grating, like a big coffee strainer. This strainer keeps the leaves, sticks and stones out of the pipe. But the holes are large enough for marbles to roll down, I suppose."