"I'm so tired I don't know what to do!" said Mrs. Bunker after supper.
"I've packed two trunks, and I've helped rescue Mun Bun from a balloon and
Vi from a sinking boat that wasn't a riddle after all." And the whole
family, including the six little Bunkers, laughed as they thought of the
queer things that had happened that day.

"I'll tell you what we can do," said Daddy Bunker. "It's early, and there
is a nice moving picture show in town. We'll all go down and see it. That
will rest you, Mother."

"Oh, yes! Let's go!" cried Rose.

And so they did.

The show was very nice, and there were some funny pictures. But Mun and
Margy fell asleep before the show was over, and might have had to be
carried home, only Jerry Simms came along in the automobile, which he had
taken down to the shop to be repaired, and they rode to the house in that.

"Are we going to take our automobile with us to Grandma Bell's?" asked
Russ.

"No, it's too far," his father answered. "But we can hire one there if we
need one. Grandma hasn't one, I believe."

"She doesn't like to ride in them," said Mrs. Bunker. "Mother is
old-fashioned. She has a carriage and a big carry-all."

"But we'll have fun there, anyhow, won't we?" asked Russ.

"I'm sure I hope so," his father answered.

The next few days were busy ones. More trunks were packed, Russ finished
making his box for his things, and Laddie started to make one also. But he
couldn't drive nails very straight, and his box fell apart almost as fast
as he made it.

"I don't guess I'll take one," he said. "I'll put my things in your box,
Russ."

"No, you can't," said the older boy. "There won't be room. But I'll make
you a box for your own self," and this he did, much to Laddie's delight.

The other children brought from the playroom so many toys they wanted
taken along that Mrs. Bunker said there would be no room in the trunks for
anything else if she took all the youngsters piled up for her. So she
picked out a few for each boy and girl, and put their best toys in.

At last the day came when they were to take the train for Grandma Bell's.
Daddy Bunker had left one of his men in charge of the real estate office
for the time he was to be away.

"And will that man find the red-haired lumber tramp that took your papers
in the old coat?" asked Rose.

"I hope so," answered her father.

But it was not to happen that way, as you shall see.

The journey to Grandma Bell's was a long one. To