Six Little Bunkers at Cowboy Jack's

ough Laddie felt very bad about his missing stick-pin, he would not cry.

in one of the double seats of the Pullman car in which they had their reservations, "I want

nattention were faults that Mother Bunker was always trying to correct. For those two faults, as she pointed out so frequentl

is a riddle, Mother," he said. "I can forget t

ing very hard, and

er had it th

stood in the aisle or knelt on the seat behind to l

I haven't seen that watch si

he bungalow. I left it sticking in that cushion on the bureau in

hat I did not go into that room to see if anything was l

declared Laddie, with conviction

se?" asked t

where I had the watch last-or when I wore it last. But I do

were quite as careless as he was," Mrs. Bunker s

ose. "Don't you suppose we'll ever s

he writing pad and fountain pen out of her bag. "He has not left Grand View,

and Laddie, if he found them," said

it is likely that he will hire somebody to do that, and

l Rose's watch and Lad

em steal, Moth

e sacred," said Mrs. Bunker gravely. "You know, I tell all you childr

ted Vi, "Laddie

win at once. "And, anyway, it wasn't a

other, smiling a little. "But Vi's book was just as sacr

like the Bible and the hymn boo

ing such a little boy, to understand that it was the fact of

wrist watch Rose had lost and the stick-pin Laddie was so confident now that he had left sticking in the cushio

ith them?" asked Vi, re

" replied M

them? Is there a po

ting them into the mails," her mot

hook at the railroad station down on the coast, and the

o the train," said Vi promptly

satisfied Vi's curiosity, as well as that of the other children, by giving the letters and a dime

, and the children thought that he was a very funny man. In the first place, he was very black, and when he smiled (which was almost all the time)

he laughed loudly when Vi asked him questions, although he coul

he doesn't wait at all. He is running back and fort

d her twin soberly. "'When

t one yourself, Laddie," s

addie said promptly. "I

as good as that juggler we s

customers in this car," said Mrs. Bunker, watching the man

o was likewise facing the right

e had other dishes on a tray balanced on his other hand. The car swayed so that t

going!" sa

e soup toureen. Then he pitched the other way and hi

oing!" cried the man wh

nted the waiter, and he

the soup. Each needed the grasp of both his hands to secure it, and the waiter, losing his smil

oes!" gaspe

" declared Laddie, staring wit

aughing, voiced his approval. The tray and the viands on it flew every-which-way. But the waiter caught the hot soup toureen in both

ery an' yo' watah glasses, suah 'nough. But I done save mos' of de so

red by the water sputtered a good deal. But Daddy Bunker, when he could recover from his l

very much subdued waiter, Laddie tugge

Bunker, stooping down to hear

gle the soup again if w

children, however, thought the incident very funny indeed, and they hoped to

er (Nora O'Grady had made the sandwiches and the cookies)

all day long out-of-doors," she told daddy. "But they must not eat too much w

much. Russ thought that he might become a "candy butcher" when he g

an to work an engine," Laddie said. "Yo

he waiter "juggle" the soup toureen. "What does an engine have oil for? Do they keep it in

ng had come, and soon the little Bunkers would be put to bed. Although they had two sections of the slee

ce did not reign for long in that sleeping car. The very st

tell you about it i