Don't go too close unless we are with you, or until
you have been here a little while and know your way about. You must be
careful of the water."
The children promised they would; and then, when Grandma Bell's hired girl
had set out a lunch, and it had been eaten, and the children had put on
old clothes, out they ran--all six of them--to have fun.
"Will they be all right?" asked Mother Bunker.
"Oh, yes. They can't come to any harm if they keep away from the lake, and
that isn't deep near the shore. Don't worry about them. Let them have a
good time."
And this the children seemed bent on having. They raced around, shouting
and laughing. A big maltese cat came out on the porch to see what all the
noise was about, and did not run away, even when all six of the little
Bunkers charged down on her at once.
"Oh, isn't she just too lovely!" cried Rose, as she caught the cat up in
her arms. "She's almost as big as my doll!"
Muffin seemed to like children, and did not mind being petted. Rose, Vi
and Margy as well as Mun Bun, stroked the soft fur, but Russ and Laddie
soon tired of this.
"Come on, let's go out to the barn and find the dog," said Russ to his
brother.
"That's what we will!" said Laddie, and away they went, Russ whistling a
merry tune.
Grandma Bell's house was built on the edge of a patch of woods, with
fields at the back and the lake to one side. There were some farms in that
part of Maine, and about five miles from grandma's home was the village of
Sagatook. It was a smaller place than Pineville.
The barn was back of the house. Once the place had been a big farm, but
when Grandpa Bell died his widow sold off most of the land to other
farmers, keeping the house, barn, a field or two and a patch of woods for
her home. It was a lovely place, just the nicest spot in the whole world
for the six little Bunkers.
"I hear a dog barking," said Laddie, as he and Russ drew near the barn.
"So do I," said Russ. "I guess that's Zip."
They went on a little farther,
Notka biograficzna
Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.