Thinking this would be harmless fun for the children, Mrs. Bunker gave them money enough so each one could buy a good ten-cent toy balloon, for Rose wanted that kind.
"The tenners are bigger than the fivers," she said, "and they go higher and last longer."
With shouts of glee and laughter the six little Bunkers went down the street to get the toy balloons. It was not far, and their mother knew they would not get lost.
"I'm afraid the children aren't having as much fun here at my house in Boston as they had at Grandma Bell's," said Aunt Jo, as the youngsters went down the street after the balloons.
"Oh, they are indeed!" said Mother Bunker. "They always have a good time, wherever they go. Don't worry about them."
"If the weather keeps nice we'll go down to Nantasket Beach some day," said Aunt Jo. "I think they'll like it there. It is a seaside resort."
"They'll be sure to," said Mrs. Bunker. "I do wish we could find the person who owned that sixty-five dollars. I have an idea it must be the savings of some poor woman, or rather, from the letter, money some one sent her. It must be hard for her to lose it, but we can't seem to find to whom it belongs."
"Perhaps we shall, some day," said Aunt Jo. And they were to, in a very strange way, as you shall hear in due time.
Down the street ran the six little Bunkers, to get the toy balloons. They saw them in the store window—red, green and blue ones, and they picked out different colors.
"Don't they look pretty?" cried Vi, as they marched back with the blown-up rubber bags floating in the air over their heads.