"Oh, yes, they have sleeping-cars," said Mr. Bunker.

"Do the cars sleep?" asked Laddie, his eyes opening wide in surprise. "Oh,
that's funny--a sleeping-car. And--and----Say! maybe I can think up a
riddle about a sleeping-car," he added.

"You'd better think about drinking your milk, and getting good and fat,
with rosy cheeks, so Grandma Bell will like to kiss them," said Mother
Bunker with a laugh. "Don't think so much about riddles or sleeping-cars."

"Maybe I can think of a riddle with a sleeping-car in it and some milk,
too," said Laddie.

"Perhaps you can!" laughed Daddy Bunker. "A cow in a sleeping-car would do
for that."

After the children had gone to bed--each one eager to dream about Grandma
Bell--Mr. and Mrs. Bunker sat up and talked about what was to be done.

"It's too bad about those papers the tramp took in the old coat," said
Mrs. Bunker.

"Yes, I am sorry to lose them," said her husband. "But perhaps the tramp
may be found, and I may get them back."

Russ, Rose, and all the rest of the six little Bunkers got up early next
morning.

"Is It Fourth of July yet?" asked Munroe.