treet.

"I didn't see her anywhere," he reported, "and I called, but she didn't
answer."

"Where can the child be?" cried Mrs. Bunker. "Norah, are you sure she
isn't in the house?"

"Positive. But I'll take a look."

Just then Russ cried:

"Here comes the expressman back again. Maybe he forgot some of the
trunks!"

"No, he took them all," said Mr. Bunker. "I don't see----"

The express auto stopped in front of the Bunker house.

"Did you miss anything?" asked the man, laughing.

"Miss anything?" repeated the children's father.

"Oh! Margy! We missed her!" said Mrs. Bunker.

"Well, I guess I've got her here on my truck," went on the expressman,
laughing some more.

"You have my little girl?" cried Mrs. Bunker, "How did she get into your
auto?"

"That I don't know," the expressman said, "but here she is," and he lifted
out the big bundle loosely wrapped in an old blanket. The bundle had in it
the things that wouldn't go in the trunks. It was open at both ends, and
tied with straps and ropes.

Out of one end stuck the dark, and now tangled, curls of Margy Bunker, and
Margy was laughing.

"Oh, what a girl you are!" cried her mother. "How did you get in there,
Margy?"

"I--I wiggled in," was the answer, as the expressman carried the bundle,
little Bunker and all, to the porch. "I wanted to get my rubber ball that
was inside so I just wiggled in, I did."

"Did you really find her in that bundle?" asked Mr. Bunker, as the
expressman put it down on the porch, and Margy, with the help of her
mother, "wiggled" out.

"Yes, she was in there," was the man's answer. "I loaded that bundle on
last, I remember, because it was soft and I didn't want to crush it with
the heavy trunks. It's a good thing I did, though I didn't know there was
a little girl inside."

"How did you find out she was in there?" asked Mrs. Bunker.

"Well, I stopped my machine when I got down the street a way, to take on
some more packages," answered the expressman, "and I heard a funny sound.
It was like a sneeze."

"I did sneeze," said Margy, while Norah was busy smoothing the wrinkles
out of her dress. "Some dust got up my nose and I sneezed."

"First I thought it was a little puppy dog, or a cat--sometimes people
send animals by express," explained the driver. "But when I looked back I
saw a little girl's head sticking out of the bundle, and I knew right away
where she belonged. I thought you didn't want to ship her as baggage or