Six Little Bunkers at Grandma Bell's

n the automobile with Jerry Simms for the depot, stopped suddenly when he found that little Margy was not

Mrs. Bunker. "I told her not

standing right by the door all

t in the back

ve run down the street to say good-bye to some of her p

d look," of

back and side yards,

r that her little sister was not there, and she hurried

s came back from his

," he reported, "and I cal

d Mrs. Bunker. "Norah, are you

But I'll ta

en Russ

n back again. Maybe he fo

all," said Mr. Bun

topped in front of

ything?" asked t

repeated the ch

missed her!" sa

re on my truck," went on the e

cried Mrs. Bunker, "How d

big bundle loosely wrapped in an old blanket. The bundle had in it the things that

and now tangled, curls of Margy

cried her mother. "How di

e bundle, little Bunker and all, to the porch. "I wanted to ge

Bunker, as the expressman put it down on the porch,

remember, because it was soft and I didn't want to crush it with the heavy trunk

ut she was in there

way, to take on some more packages," answered the expre

busy smoothing the wrinkles out of her dre

r. "But when I looked back I saw a little girl's head sticking out of the bundle, and I knew right away where she b

rs. Bunker. "We couldn't i

u do, Margy?

mbered I put my rubber ball inside, and I wanted it, so I wiggled in

nside the bundle, which was not wrapped very tightly. It was big enough

ound it easy to crawl into it after her ball, which, with other t

any of you children crawl into any bundles, or shut yourselve

r this time, for Margy was not snuggled up inside it. Then, after "counting noses," Mr. Bun

e saw that the baggage was safely put on the train, including t

playing steamboat," said Rose to Russ

of fun that day, d

lot of fun at Grandma B

ordinary day coach. They went in one that had big, deep seats, which, when the time came, could be turned into beds, with sheets, pillow case

ey needed several beds for sleeping at night. Daddy would take M

Rose and Violet were to share a berth between them, and

hs are made up," said Mr. Bunker to the child

nd Russ had been on little trips, though, so they did not so much marvel at the things they saw. But every time the train passed cows or hor

and

egraph poles that seemed to rush by so swiftly. There were a few other passengers in the sleeping-car-that is, it would

ny Grandma Bell to go to

swer, for Mrs. Bunker was busy read

our Grandma Bell's?

at!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker, realizing that Vi

e as our Grandma Bell's house," went on Vi.

don't ask so many questions, Vi. I w

ile. Then she turned t

legraph pole

once Vi started to ask questions she would never s

ok, too," de

I," sai

Mr. Bunker with a laugh. "Maybe tha

d brought with her the largest doll she owned, almost as large, it was, as herself, and this

s. Bunker were reading papers and Rose was getting her doll to "sleep." The doll did really s

end of the car ("where it'll be quiet," the little girl said to herself),

aking turns-and again gazed out of the window. Rose thought her doll had

in her arms, and, sitting down beside

ere was a tiny little cry, and the bundle

llie has come alive! It has turned int