Mun Bun and his father were looking at the crab in the peach basket, when a voice called: 

“Oh, what has happened to you?  You are all wet!”

Mun Bun’s mother came down to the pier.

“What happened?” she repeated.

“Look at the big crab I caught!” cried the little fellow.  “Daddy pulled him out for me.”

“Yes, and it looks as if Daddy had pulled out something more than a crab,” said Mrs. Bunker.  “Did you fall in, Mun Bun?”

“No, I didn’t zactly fall in.  I—­I just slipped.”

“Oh,” said Mrs. Bunker.  “I thought maybe you’d say the crab pulled you in.”

“Well, he pretty nearly did,” said the little fellow.

“He leaned too far over the water,” explained Mr. Bunker to his wife.  “But I soon got him out.  He’s all right.”

“Yes, but I’ll have to change his clothes.  However, it isn’t the first time.  I’m getting used to it.”

Well might Mrs. Bunker say that, for, since coming to Cousin Tom’s bungalow at Seaview one or more of the children had gotten wet nearly every day, not always from falling off the pier, but from wading, from going too near the high waves at the beach, or from playing in the boats.

“Oh, look at Mun Bun!” cried another voice, as a little girl ran down the slope from the bungalow to the pier.  “He’s all wet!”

“Did he fall in?” asked another little boy excitedly.

“Oh, look at the big crab!” exclaimed a girl, who, though older than Mun Bun, had the same light hair and blue eyes.

“Did you catch him, Mun Bun?” asked a boy, who seemed older than any of the six children now gathered on the pier.  “Did you catch him?”

“Daddy helped me,” answered Mun Bun.  “And I fell in, I did!”

“That’s easy to see!” laughed his mother.  “Oh, did the mail come?” she asked, for she saw that the oldest boy had some letters in his hand.

“Yes, Mother,” was the answer.  “Oh, look at the crab trying to get out!” and with a stick Russ, the oldest of the six little Bunkers, thrust the creature back into the basket.

There were six of the Bunker children.  I might have told you that at the start, but I was so excited about Mun Bun falling off the pier that I forgot about it.  Anyhow now you have time to count them.

There was Russ, aged eight years; Rose, a year younger; and then came Laddie and Violet, who was called Vi for short.

Laddie and Vi were twins.  They were six years old and both had curly hair and gray eyes.

You could tell them apart, even if they were twins, for one was a girl and the other was a boy.  But there was another way, for Vi was always asking questions and Laddie was very fond of making up queer little riddles.  So in case you forget who is which, that will help you to know.

Then came Margy, or Margaret, who was five years old.  She had dark hair and eyes, and next to her was the one I have already told you about—­Mun Bun.  He was four years old.