the policeman.

"He is little," said the policeman. "But you'd better get down, my
little man. You might fall off."

"I had a nice ride, anyhow," said Mun Bun, as the policeman lifted him
down from the wagon.

"But now I've got to find out where you live, and who owns this rig,"
went on the officer.

"The idea of him drivin' off with it all alone--the likes of him!"
murmured the wondering cook.

"Oh, he's a smart little chap!" said the policeman, smiling at Mun Bun.
"But, unless I'm mistaken, here comes the real junkman. He looks
worried, too."

Around the corner of the street came the man who had been talking to
William in Aunt Jo's yard. He was running hard, and his hat had fallen
off.

"My horse! My wagon!" he cried. "Somebody ran away with them!"

"No, they didn't, Ike!" said the policeman, who had seen the junk
collector before. "Your horse just walked away with this boy, and it's
lucky the little chap didn't fall off the seat. Get on now, and drive
back where you came from. Where does this boy belong?"

"How should I know?" asked the junkman. "I never saw him before."

"Well, he must have got on the wagon at the last place you stopped,"
said the officer. "Where was that?"

"Oh, sure! I know what you mean!" exclaimed the junkman. "I know the
lady's house. Her automobile man often sells me old papers. I can tell
you," and he did, mentioning Aunt Jo's house.

"I'll just take the boy back," said the policeman.

His hand in that of the big policeman, Mun Bun went back gladly enough,
and just in time, too, for his mother, looking out and "counting noses"
had not seen him with the other children, and, fearing he had wandered
away, she was just starting out to look for him.

"Where have you been?" she cried, as she saw Mun Bun with a policeman.

"Oh, I had a nice ride," answered the little boy.

"He was on the junk wagon," Mr. Mulligan explained.

"Oh, ho! So it was you who ran with Ike's rig, was it?" asked William.
"Well, well! He was frightened when he didn't see his horse out in front
where he had left it. How do you like the junk business, Mun Bun?"

"I like the horse, and I did drive him, I did!" said the little fellow
proudly.

"Well, don't do it again," sighed Mrs. Bunker.

"No'm, I won't!" promised Mun Bun.

The six little Bunkers always promised this whenever they did anything
they ought not to have done. But the trouble was that they did something
different the next time, and not the