picked out a few for each boy and girl, and put their best toys in.

At last the day came when they were to take the train for Grandma Bell's.
Daddy Bunker had left one of his men in charge of the real estate office
for the time he was to be away.

"And will that man find the red-haired lumber tramp that took your papers
in the old coat?" asked Rose.

"I hope so," answered her father.

But it was not to happen that way, as you shall see.

The journey to Grandma Bell's was a long one. To get to Lake Sagatook, in
Maine, the Bunkers would have to travel all of one afternoon, all night
and part of the next day. They would sleep in the queer little beds on the
train.

"And that'll be a lot of fun!" said Russ to Rose.

"Oh, yes, lots!" she agreed.

At the last minute it was found that many things which needed to be taken
could not be put in any of the trunks.

"Make a big bundle of them," said Daddy Bunker. "Wrap up all the extra
things in a bundle and roll 'em in a blanket. We can express that as we
could a trunk."

So this was done.