carried home, only Jerry Simms came along in the automobile, which he had
taken down to the shop to be repaired, and they rode to the house in that.

"Are we going to take our automobile with us to Grandma Bell's?" asked
Russ.

"No, it's too far," his father answered. "But we can hire one there if we
need one. Grandma hasn't one, I believe."

"She doesn't like to ride in them," said Mrs. Bunker. "Mother is
old-fashioned. She has a carriage and a big carry-all."

"But we'll have fun there, anyhow, won't we?" asked Russ.

"I'm sure I hope so," his father answered.

The next few days were busy ones. More trunks were packed, Russ finished
making his box for his things, and Laddie started to make one also. But he
couldn't drive nails very straight, and his box fell apart almost as fast
as he made it.

"I don't guess I'll take one," he said. "I'll put my things in your box,
Russ."

"No, you can't," said the older boy. "There won't be room. But I'll make
you a box for your own self," and this he did, much to Laddie's delight.

The other children brought from the playroom so many toys they wanted
taken along that Mrs. Bunker said there would be no room in the trunks for
anything else if she took all the youngsters piled up for her. So she