"Here's the gate where the man told us about Mr. Gannon," said Russ, pointing out the driveway. The man on guard knew Grandma Bell, and let them go on through. They were soon at the log cabin.
Daddy Bunker knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
"I guess he isn't at home," said Grandma Bell.
"Are you looking for the lumberman—the red-haired man who cuts trees?" asked a gardener, coming along just then.
"Yes, we should like to see him," said Daddy Bunker.
"Well, he's over in the woods, chopping. I'll call him for you."
They all waited at the cabin, and soon there came the sound of some one tramping through the bushes along the shore of the pond. Then the red-haired man came into view.
"Oh, ho!" he exclaimed, as he caught sight of Russ and Laddie. "The two little Bunkers who came to see me yesterday!"
"All of us are here now—the whole of the six little Bunkers," said Russ. "And here is my father, and mother and Grandma Bell, too!"
"Well, I'm sure I'm glad to see you all," said Mr. Gannon, who had an axe over his shoulder.