Six Little Bunkers at Cousin Tom's

They were playing on the lawn of Aunt Jo's house - the little Bunkers six of them. You could count them if you wanted to but it was rather hard work as they ran about so - like chickens Mrs. Bunker was wont to say - that it was hard to keep track of them. So you might take my word for it now that there were six of them and count them afterward if you care to. Come on! cried the eldest Bunker - Russ who was eight years old. Come on Rose let's have some fun.