“Yes, I plant bones!” declared Mun Bun, the youngest of the Bunkers, while the other children looked on in wonder.
CHAPTER XII
A STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE
Mrs. Bunker, seeing the group of children gathered about Mun Bun, hurried across the garden to see what it was all about.
“I hope nothing has happened to him,” she said.
“Probably the worst that has happened is that he’s dirty and you’ll have to scrub him before he can come to the supper table,” chuckled Daddy Bunker.
“That wouldn’t be so bad,” replied his wife. “I’m used to dirt, and I expect the children to get grimy. That will wash off.”
“I’ll walk over with you and see what it’s about. Something is going on, that’s sure!” said Mr. Bunker.
Mr. and Mrs. Bunker found five little Bunkers grouped about the sixth, and youngest, little Bunker.
“Oh, Mother, look what Mun Bun’s doing!” cried Violet.
“What is he doing?”