t Hedge.

"Good-bye, Norah! Good-bye, Jerry Simms!" called the six little Bunkers,
waving their hands to the cook and man. "Good-bye!"

"Good-bye!" answered Jerry and Norah. "Come back as soon as you can!"

And so they started for Grandpa Ford's. And not even Russ and Rose, who
guessed a little of the "secret," knew all the strange things that were
to happen at Great Hedge.

CHAPTER VII

MUN BUN TAKES SOMETHING

The trip to Grandpa Ford's was to last all day. The six little Bunkers,
with their father and mother, had taken the railroad train about nine
o'clock in the morning, and they would reach Tarrington, in New York
State, about five in the evening.

"And one of my men will be at the depot to meet us with a carriage,"
said Grandpa Ford. "We'll drive over with horses, though I have an auto
on my place. But I like horses better."

"Will there be room enough for all of us in the carriage?" asked Russ.

"Oh, yes. I sent word to bring the biggest carriage I have. It has four
seats, and I guess I can pack you all in."

Having found out this much Russ was satisfied. He looked at Rose and
nodded, as they sat together in the railroad train. Russ had feared
that, as there were so many of them, some might be left behind after
Tarrington was reached. And he wanted to get to Great Hedge as soon as
he could, to begin to find out why there was something strange in or
about the big house.

"Well, now we can settle down for a long ride," said Mrs. Bunker, as she
"counted noses," to make sure all her children were with her and her
husband.

It was quite cold, but the car was warm and the six little Bunkers
looked out of the windows, and enjoyed the trip. They always liked to
travel.

"It looks like snow," said Grandpa Ford to the conductor, when it was
time to collect the tickets.

"Yes, I came down from New York State the other night," said the
railroad man, "and we were having quite a flurry then. Shouldn't be
surprised if we ran into a big blizzard before we reached Tarrington."

"Oh, I hope not," said Grandpa Ford. "I don't want any big blizzard
until I get the six little Bunkers safely home at Great Hedge. Then it
can snow as much as it likes."

"I hope it snows a lot," said Mun Bun. "I like snow."

"So do I, when I'm at home in my warm house," said Grandpa Ford. "But
too much snow isn't any fun. Can you make a snow man, Mun Bun?"

"A little one," he answered. "If you helped me I could make a big on