"Where can the child be?" cried Mrs. Bunker. "Norah, are you sure she
isn't in the house?"

"Positive. But I'll take a look."

Just then Russ cried:

"Here comes the expressman back again. Maybe he forgot some of the
trunks!"

"No, he took them all," said Mr. Bunker. "I don't see----"

The express auto stopped in front of the Bunker house.

"Did you miss anything?" asked the man, laughing.

"Miss anything?" repeated the children's father.

"Oh! Margy! We missed her!" said Mrs. Bunker.

"Well, I guess I've got her here on my truck," went on the expressman,
laughing some more.

"You have my little girl?" cried Mrs. Bunker, "How did she get into your
auto?"

"That I don't know," the expressman said, "but here she is," and he lifted
out the big bundle loosely wrapped in an old blanket. The bundle had in it
the things that wouldn't go in the trunks. It was open at both ends, and