"Oh, Mother!" she cried. "Guess where Mun Bun is!"

"I haven't time to guess!" said Mrs. Bunker. "Tell me quickly, Rose! Has
anything happened to him?"

"I--I guess he's all right," answered Rose, who was out of breath from
running. "But he's standing under a tree up the street, and he won't come
home."

"He won't come home?" repeated Mrs. Bunker. "Why won't he come home,
Rose?"

"'Cause his balloon is caught. He's got hold of the string and his balloon
is up in the tree and he won't come home. He says he's going to take a
ride up to the sky!"

"Oh, goodness me! what _has_ happened now?" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker.
"Norah!" she called. "Come! Something is the matter with a balloon and Mun
Bun! We must go see what it is!"

One or the other of the six little Bunkers was always, so it seemed to
their mother, in trouble of some sort, and she or Norah or Jerry Simms or
their father had to drop anything they might be doing to rush to the help
of the child who had gotten itself into something or some place it should
not have got into.