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Six Little Bunkers at Cowboy Jack's
by: Laura Lee Hope
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"A THUNDER STROKE"
"Whew!" said Russ Bunker, looking out into the driving rain.
"Whew!" repeated Rose, standing beside him.
"Whew!" said Vi, and "Whew!" echoed Laddie, while Margy added "Whew!"
"W'ew!" lisped Mun Bun last of all, standing on tiptoe to see over the high windowsill. Mun Bun could not quite say the letter "h"; that is why he said "W'ew!"
Such a September rain the six little Bunkers had never seen before, for the very good reason that they had never before been at the seashore during what Daddy Bunker and Captain Ben called "the September equinox."
"That is an awful funny word, anyway," Rose Bunker said.
"What's funny?" Violet asked.
"Can I make a riddle out of it?" added Laddie.
"It is a riddle," replied Rose, quite confidently. "For 'equinox' is just a rain and wind storm."
"That isn't a riddle," said Laddie promptly. "That's the answer to a riddle."
And perhaps it was, even if Rose had the equinox and the equinoctial storms a little mixed in her mind. At any rate, this was a most surprising storm to all the little Bunkers—the wind blew so hard, the rain came in such big gusts, flattening the white-capped waves which they could see, both from Captain Ben's bungalow and from this old house to which they had come to play. And now, as all six peered out of the attic window of the old house, there was an unexpected flash of lightning, followed by a grumble of thunder.
"Oh! just like a bad, bad dog," gasped Vi, not a little frightened by the noise. "I—I am afraid of thunder."
"I'm not," declared Laddie, her twin.
But perhaps, because he was a boy, he thought he must claim more courage than he really felt. At any rate, he winced a little, too, and drew back from the window.
"Maybe we'd better go back to Captain Ben's house—and mother," suggested Margy in a wee small voice.
"W'ew!" lisped Mun Bun, the littlest Bunker, once more, but quite as bravely as before. Like Laddie (whose name really was Fillmore), Mun Bun wished to claim all the courage a boy should show.
"I guess we can't go back while it rains like this," said Russ, the oldest of the six.
"And Captain Ben thought it would maybe clear up and not rain any more, so we came," announced Rose. "Oh! There goes another thunder stroke."
The rumble of thunder seemed nearer.
"I guess," Russ said soberly, "that Norah or Jerry Simms would call this the clearing-up shower."
"But Norah and Jerry Simms aren't here," Vi reminded him. "Are they?"
"That doesn't make any difference. It can be the clearing-up shower of this equinox, just the same."
"Can it?" asked Vi.
She was always asking questions, and she asked so many that it was quite impossible to answer them all, so, for the most part, nobody tried to answer her. And this was one of the times when nobody answered Vi.
"We'd better keep on playing," Rose said, very sensibly. "Then we won't bother 'bout the thunder strokes."
"It is lightning," objected Russ. "I don't mind the thunder. Thunder is only a noise."
"I don't care," said Rose, "it's the thunder that scares you—— Oh!...