Six Little Bunkers at Grandma Bell's

tween the rails of the fence and started across the
sheep meadow. Grandma Bell and Mother Bunker were talking of the days when
the children's mother was a little girl. Russ and Rose were walking along
together, and Laddie was trying to think of a riddle. Violet walked with
Mun Bun, and, for a moment, no one thought of little Margy in her red
coat.

"Are you all right?" asked Mrs. Bunker, turning to look back at the
children. And then she saw Margy straggling along at the rear, all by
herself. Margy had lagged behind to pick buttercups and daisies.

"Come, Margy! Come on!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "You'll get lost."

"Doesn't she look cute in her red coat?" asked Rose.

[Illustration: THE RAM WALKED TOWARD MARGY.

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And hardly had she said that when there came from a clump of tall weeds
near Margy the bleating of a ram, and the animal himself jumped out and
started for the little girl, whose red coat made her look like a bright
flower in the green meadow.




CHAPTER XVIII

LADDIE AND THE SUGAR


"Oh! Oh, Margy!" cried Mrs. Bunker.

"Oh, the poor little dear!" exclaimed Grandma Bell. "The old ram has seen
her red coat and doesn't like it! I must get her away."

"I'll help!" cried Mother Bunker. Meanwhile they were both running toward
Margy, where she stood with her back turned toward the ram, picking
flowers.

"You had better leave the old ram to me. I know how to drive him off,"
said Grandma Bell. "You take the children, Amy, and get on the other side
of the fence. It isn't far," and she pointed to the fence ahead of them.

"Won't the ram hurt you?" asked Rose, who had taken Mun Bun and Violet by
their hands to lead them along.

"No, I'm not afraid of him," said Grandma Bell. "I've seen him before. You
see he's like a bull--or a turkey gobbler--they don't any of 'em like the
sight of red colors. Run, children! Amy, you look after them," she said to
Mrs. Bunker. "I'll get Margy."

Mrs. Bunker knew that Grandma Bell knew

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