Six Little Bunkers at Aunt Jo's

d at the pocketbook lying on the sidewalk. As Rose had said, it did

ewhere near, might pull on the string and yank the pocketbook away just as

This is August, and no boys would

maybe that was what it was there for. But I'll p

Rose stooped to

may find out the name of the owner, and, if she lives around he

w the streets, Mo

r us to go where she lives, we can give the pocketbook to the policeman and he

ugh, and as Rose turned back the

?" asked the excit

" cried the little girl. "It's pi

urely enough, when Mrs. Bunker looked, she saw a roll of green

other. "The person who lost this will feel

I keep it?"

try to discover the owner and give the lost thing back. If you lost y

But Sue-she isn't a po

st. However, no matter what it is, we must give back whatever we have found if we can find the owner. Of

t this pocketbook and al

we'll also count the m

s!" exclaimed the little gir

here on the street. We have nearly finished shopping, so we will t

he roll of bills inside. Now her mothe

ou do that?"

out," was the answer, "and then we could not gi

son's?" asked Rose, who was asking almost as many

of money in it," said Mrs. Bunker, as she put it away in her own shopping bag. "The l

he street had paid the slightest attention to Rose and her mother when the wallet had been found, and no policeman was in s

atering the lawn. They had watered themselves a little, also, for they we

their old clothes, their father did not

cried Russ as he saw his m

ndy time!" a

ch about her brothers' fun with the hose as she was about wha

?" as

Mun Bun, who, with Margy, had fi

e, though I wish I cou

d to know. He thought more of riddles tha

r guess, so I'll tell you. I found a pocketbook, and

ther?" asked Russ, in surpris

as lying on the sidewalk in front of us. But whether it has tw

re is it?" cried

and Aunt Jo, who came out on the porch just then. "Look!" and Mrs. Bunk

ind out who owns

t I'm going to keep i

her?" Russ wa

see," said

ning the pocketbook. He saw t

how," he said. "I'll count it first

e as fast, perhaps, as the cashier in a bank, but he soon had sprea

st sixty-five

med Rose. "I thought

dollars much mo

lose it," said her father. "And whoever lost this

he pocketbook to tell who ma

s," he answered. "Hold on, though!" he exclaimed, as he looked i

purse a slip with my name and address on it, so if I lose my pocketbook whoe

course it isn't nice to read letters that are for other people, but as we are trying to

n the pocketbook next to where the money had be

l so much better now that you have this money. You will not have to worry so much. I am working hard myself, but I like it, and I will save all I can and send all I can spare to you. Ta

Mrs. Bunker, as her h

s all,"

ddress to that little lett

ean anybody. There must have been a name signed to the letter, but it has been torn off. You can see

thing else in the po

e hole in it. There was only the letter, addressed to "Dear

ok," said Mr. Bunker. "Whoever has lost it will see the advertisement and call he

oor woman must be very sad over her loss.

one in Aunt Jo's hou

ome one now to ask about the pock