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Six Little Bunkers at Aunt Jo's, a novel by Laura Lee Hope |
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Chapter 25. The Pocketbook Owner |
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_ CHAPTER XXV. THE POCKETBOOK OWNER Indeed it was quite strange and wonderful, as they all agreed, that Rose's doll had been found in such a curious way. Rose, herself, was very happy, for, though the doll was not her "best" one, she liked it very much indeed, and had felt sad at losing Lily. "I'm glad the airship came down at your house," said Rose to Mary. "And I'm glad I found her for you," said the cashier. "'Cause," remarked Vi, "she might have fallen in a house where there was a puppy dog, and he'd have bitten her and torn her dress. I wonder where her dress went." "Oh, I guess the wind blew it off," said Russ. "The wind is awful strong up high in the air. Once it busted one of my kites." "I guess that's how it happened," said Daddy Bunker. "The toy balloons must have gone up very high, carrying your doll along, Rose." "No. Lily didn't have on a dress that day. I was in an awful hurry, an' I just wrapped a handkerchief around her. That blew away, I guess." By this time Margy was feeling all right again, and after a little more talk with Mary, the six little Bunkers went out to play on the sandy beach, Rose carrying her doll. "Oh, it's lovely at Nantasket Beach!" said Russ, as he and Laddie ran about and waded in the shallow water. "Thank you, Aunt Jo, for bringing us here." "Oh, I'm enjoying it as much as you children are," said Daddy's sister. But all things must come to an end, even picnics, and when the six little Bunkers had done about everything they wanted to at the pleasure resort it was time to take the boat back for Boston. On board, after the children and the grown folks were seated, Vi saw her friend Mary Turner. "There's the girl that found me when I was lost, and the one that had Rose's doll," said Vi, pointing. "Oh, so it is!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "Don't you want to come over and sit by us?" she asked the bathing-pavilion girl. "Yes, I should like to," was the answer. "It's lonesome riding home alone." "Where do you live in Boston?" asked Mrs. Bunker, as Mary sat down near her and the children, who were too tired with their fun to romp around much. "I board down near where I can get this steamer easily," was the answer. "I have a pass on the boat, and by walking to the dock I save carfare. And these days one has to save all one can," she added. "You say you board," put in Aunt Jo. "Have you no relatives?" "Oh, yes, I have a brother and a mother, but Mother is ill in the hospital," was the answer. "That's too bad," said the ladies, who felt quite sorry for Mary. Then they talked about different things until, at dusk, the boat landed at the wharf, and the six little Bunkers and all the other passengers got off. Rose whispered something to her mother, who looked a little surprised and then spoke to Aunt Jo. "Why, yes, I'd be delighted to have her," was the low answer, for Mary was walking on ahead, with Russ and Laddie. "Rose thinks it would be nice to ask Mary to come to supper with us," said Mrs. Bunker to her husband. "Aunt Jo says that she is willing." "Of course we'll ask her!" said Mr. Bunker kindly, and when Mary was told about the plan she smiled and said she would be glad to come. So to Aunt Jo's nice home they all went, and Parker had a fine supper soon ready for them, even though she didn't expect company. After the supper, which Mary seemed to enjoy very much, saying it was much nicer than at her boarding-house, she and the six little Bunkers sat on the porch and talked. Mary told about the funny things which sometimes happened at the bathing-beach. "Well, I'm glad we went there to-day," said Rose. "If we hadn't I'd never have found my airship doll." "You were very lucky," said Laddie. "Yes," added Russ. "I wish I had such good luck as Rose. She found her doll and she found a pocketbook." "Oh, I didn't tell you about that!" exclaimed Rose to Mary. "I really did find a pocketbook in the street, about two weeks ago, and it had a lot of money in it." "Did it?" asked the bathing-beach girl, and she seemed interested more than usual. "Oh, a lot of money," went on Rose. "Please, Daddy, can't I show Mary the pocketbook I found?" she asked, for Miss Turner had told the children to call her by her first name. "I want to show her the pocketbook I picked up," went on the little girl. "All right, you may," said Mr. Bunker. "I'll get it for you," and he brought it from the house. "There it is!" cried Rose. "Wasn't I lucky to pick that up?" "Indeed you were," said Mary Turner, and then, as she caught sight of the wallet in Mr. Bunker's hand she exclaimed: "Why, there it is! There's the very one! Oh, to think that you have it!" "Do you know whose this is?" asked Mr. Bunker. "Ever since my little girl found the wallet we've been trying to find the owner, but we haven't been able to." "That's my mother's pocketbook!" cried Mary. "And it's on account of that she's in the hospital, and ill. Oh, how wonderful!" "Is this really your mother's purse?" asked Mr. Bunker. "It surely is," answered the bathing-beach girl. "She had just sixty-five dollars in it." "That's just how much was in this!" exclaimed Russ. "And besides," went on Mary, "I know the pocketbook. It has a little tear in one corner, and the clasp is bent." "That's right," said Mr. Bunker. "And," went on Mary, "besides the sixty-five dollars there was a funny Chinese coin with a square hole in the middle. Did you find that in the purse?" "Yes," exclaimed Aunt Jo, "there was a Chinese coin in the pocketbook! That proves it must be your mother's pocketbook." "I'm sure of it," said Mary. "Oh, how glad she'll be that it is found, and the money, too. That is--if we can have it back," she said softly. "Have it back? Of course you may!" cried Mr. Bunker. "If it is your mother's we want you to have it. Was there anything else in the purse when your mother lost it?" "Yes," Mary said, "there was a letter from my brother, but part of it was torn off," and she spoke of what the note had in it. Then they were all sure it was Mrs. Turner's purse. The letter, from which the lower part had been torn, was from Mary's brother John. He was a soldier in the army. His mother had written, telling him that her brother, Mary and John's "Uncle Jack," had sent the money to her, and that she was going to spend it in trying to get a rest of a month, as she was very tired from overwork. But the pocketbook had been lost by Mrs. Turner, and, as Mary said, it made her mother ill, so she had had to go to the hospital. But through the good luck of Rose everything had come out all right, for Mary felt that the news of the recovery of the money would take the worry from Mrs. Turner's mind, thus making it easier to regain her health. "You found my doll," exclaimed Rose, "and I found your pocketbook! We are both lucky!" "Indeed we are," said Mary, smiling, as she took the wallet from Mr. Bunker. "Oh, but Mother will be happy, now!" went on the girl. "Mother had been overworking, for we are poor and she had had us two children to bring up, as my father is dead. She was on her way to see about going away for a time to get a good rest, now that John and I are old enough to look out for ourselves, when she lost the purse and the sixty-five dollars. "She felt so bad about it, when she couldn't find it, that she was made ill, and had to be taken to a hospital. We did not tell my brother, as we did not want to worry him. But I know this good news will make Mother better. "I walked all around the streets near where she thought she had lost her purse, but I couldn't find it." "Didn't you read the lost and found advertisements?" asked Mr. Bunker. "We advertised the finding of the pocketbook in the papers." "No, I was so worried about Mother that I never thought to," was the answer. "And when I had her taken to the hospital, and found a boarding-place for myself, and went to work at Nantasket Beach, I thought there was no use to look. I never expected to get the money back." "But you did, and I'm glad I found it," said Rose. They were all glad. Mr. Bunker took Mary that very night to the hospital where her mother was, and the good news so cheered Mrs. Turner that the doctor said she would soon get better, and, after a while, entirely well. That is what good news sometimes does. But the good luck of the Turners did not end with the getting back of the lost pocketbook. Aunt Jo became interested in the little family, and promised to give Mrs. Turner plenty of work to do at sewing as soon as she was well. And a better place was found for Mary to work, where she would not have to take the long trip back and forth from Nantasket Beach. So many good things came about just because Rose saw the pocketbook and picked it up. And now my story is nearly done. Not that the six little Bunkers did not have more fun at Aunt Jo's, for they did, but I have not room for any more about them in this book. "But do we have to go home right away?" asked Russ, when he heard his father and mother talking of packing up a few days later. "Oh, no," was the answer. "We have a letter from another of our relatives, asking us to come to see him before we go back to Pineville, and I think we'll accept." "Where is it?" asked Rose. "Down at the seashore," answered her father. "Don't you remember?" And what next happened to the children will be told in the book after this, to be called, "Six Little Bunkers at Cousin Tom's." It was a beautifully sunshiny day. Out on the lawn Russ and Laddie were playing with the hose. "Mother, make Russ stop!" suddenly Laddie cried. "What's he doing?" asked Mrs. Bunker, who could see that not very much was happening. "He's squirting water on me from the hose." "I am not, Mother," said Russ, laughing. "I'm only making believe Laddie is in bathing down at Cousin Tom's at the seashore, and when you go in swimming you've got to get a little wet!" "Oh, well, if you're making believe play _that_, all right," said Laddie, "wet me some more." Russ did. So, at their play, we will take leave, for a time, of the six little Bunkers, wishing them well. [THE END] _ |
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