"And that will be better than a real one, because if you fall out of a
dream balloon you land in bed. But if you fall out of a real balloon you
may land in the river."

Mun Bun did not answer. He was asleep on his father's shoulder.

The next day, between times of walking around the yard looking for
fire-crackers that, possibly, hadn't exploded the day before, and finding
stray torpedoes, the six little Bunkers talked of the fun they had had.
They went into the house, now and then, to see how Mother Bunker and Norah
were coming on with the packing. For a start had been made in getting
ready to go to Grandma Bell's, now that the Fourth of July was passed.

Mrs. Bunker was so busy that she did not keep as close watch over the
children as usual, and it was nearly time for lunch before she thought of
them.

"Norah, see if they're all in the yard, please," she said. "And count
them, to be sure all six are there. Then we'll get them something to eat,
and do some more packing this afternoon."

Norah looked out in the yard.

"I see only five of 'em, ma'am," she reported.

"Which one is gone?" asked Mrs. Bunker quickly.

"I don't see Mun Bun," said the cook.

Just then Rose came running into the house.