Thus cried the six little Bunkers.
“Quiet, children! Please be quiet!” begged their mother. “What will Adam North think of you?”
“Oh, let ’em go on! I like it!” chuckled the truck driver.
“I think perhaps I had better tell the secret,” said Mr. Bunker. “It is the only way we shall have any peace and quiet. Now all of you sit down to the table,” he ordered, “and when you can compose yourselves I will tell you what I have to say.”
It took some little time for all of the six little Bunkers to get quiet, but finally each one was sitting nicely in his or her chair, with their father at one end of the table and their mother at the other, Adam having a place next to Mr. Bunker.
“Now,” said Mr. Bunker, when all was quiet, “in order that you will not eat too fast, to get through supper quickly to hear the secret, I am going to tell it to you now.”
“Oh, I can hardly wait!” murmured Rose.
“What is it?” asked Violet.
Then came a moment of eager, anxious waiting.
“We are all going to spend the summer at Farmer Joel’s,” said Mr. Bunker suddenly.