“That’s her name,” said Grandma Bell.  “And I call my dog Zip because he runs around so much.  But you’d better rest a bit first, and eat.  Then you can go out and see things.”

“I want to see the lake!” exclaimed Laddie.  “Can we sail boats on it?”

“Now, first of all,” said Mr. Bunker, and he spoke seriously, “I don’t want any of you children to go near that lake unless some of us older folk are with you.  Mind!  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, and saw a man standing in the barn door with a dog beside him.  The dog barked, but wagged his tail, to show that he was friendly.

Russ and Laddie came to a halt, but the man waved his hand to them and asked: 

“Are you some of the six little Bunkers?”

“Yes, we’re two of ’em,” answered Russ.

“Well, that leaves four.  They’re in the house, I suppose.  Mrs. Bell told me you were coming to-day.”