"I don't know--you'll have to ask Norah," was the answer.

"Come on, let's!" said Rose, and they ran around to the kitchen door,
looking in where the good-natured cook was busy with pots and pans.

"Chocolate cake is it? Sure it's _both_ kinds," Norah answered with a
laugh. "It's regular thunder-and-lightning cake--you wait an' see!"

"Thunder-and-lightning cake! Oh, what kind is that?" asked Rose.

"Maybe it's a riddle," suggested Laddie.

"Oh, you're always thinking about riddles!" exclaimed Russ. "Come on,
let's go out to the barn and have some fun in the hay," for Mr. Bunker
kept a horse for driving customers about to look at real estate.

"What kind of fun can we have?" asked Vi.

"Come on, and you'll see," returned Russ.

By this time most of their fireworks had been shot off, though Daddy
Bunker had insisted that they save a few for afternoon. And, making sure
that the children did not have smoldering pieces of punk, which might set
the barn on fire, Mrs. Bunker watched the six little tots run out there to
have fun.

"Have you heard anything about the papers the tramp carried away in your
old coat?" she asked her husband, who did not go to the office that day.