want to we can get the children something to eat here, and perhaps we'd
better, before we start on the long, cold drive. It may be late before
we get to Great Hedge."

"Yes, I think it best to get something," agreed Daddy Bunker. "I'll go
and see what there is to eat."

Daddy Bunker started toward the lunch counter, but at that moment there
was a loud crash, a breaking of glass, and a voice cried:

"Now you've gone and done it! You busted it, an' spilled 'em all!"

CHAPTER X

GREAT HEDGE AT LAST

"Oh, what has happened now?" exclaimed Mother Bunker as she looked
around the depot to see if any of the children was in mischief. She
noticed Rose and Russ, Laddie and Vi, and Margy. But Mun Bun was not in
sight.

"Did he fall out of a window?" asked Violet.

"Mercy! I hope not," cried Mrs. Bunker.

Then they all heard Mun Bun's voice saying, rather tearfully:

"I--I didn't mean to do it. I only wanted a cake!"

"Well, you busted it, an' now somebody's got to pay for it!" came
another voice, and one that was rather angry.

Daddy Bunker hurried around to the other side of the ticket office, and
the others, including Grandpa Ford, followed. There, standing near the
lunch counter, with a broken bowl at his feet, and cakes scattered
around him, stood Mun Bun. In front of him was the young man who had
charge of the station lunch counter.

"Oh, Mun Bun!" sighed his mother.

"Why, Mun Bun! what happened?" asked his father.

"He happened--that!" exclaimed the young man. "He pulled it over, off
the counter, and it smashed. And look at the cakes--all spoiled."

"Not all spoiled," said Mun Bun. "I can eat 'em, an' so can Margy. We're
both hungry!"

"Did you pull over the bowl of cakes?" asked Mr. Bunker.

"Yes," admitted Mun Bun, "I did. I reached up to get one, and the bowl
tipped over on me and they all spilled."

"And the bowl broke," said the lunch-counter young man.

"I'll pay for it, Tom," said Grandpa Ford, who seemed to know the young
man. "That'll be all right. I'll pay for the bowl and the cakes, too.
Some of them are all right. They fell on this newspaper."

And this was true. Mun Bun had reached up, standing on his tip-toes, to
get a cake out of the bowl. As he said, he was hungry, and while Daddy
Bunker and Grandpa Ford were talking about getting the children
something to eat, Mun Bun had wandered off by himself, found the lunch
counter, and started to help himself. But he was not quite tall