tied with straps and ropes.

Out of one end stuck the dark, and now tangled, curls of Margy Bunker, and
Margy was laughing.

"Oh, what a girl you are!" cried her mother. "How did you get in there,
Margy?"

"I--I wiggled in," was the answer, as the expressman carried the bundle,
little Bunker and all, to the porch. "I wanted to get my rubber ball that
was inside so I just wiggled in, I did."

"Did you really find her in that bundle?" asked Mr. Bunker, as the
expressman put it down on the porch, and Margy, with the help of her
mother, "wiggled" out.

"Yes, she was in there," was the man's answer. "I loaded that bundle on
last, I remember, because it was soft and I didn't want to crush it with
the heavy trunks. It's a good thing I did, though I didn't know there was
a little girl inside."

"How did you find out she was in there?" asked Mrs. Bunker.

"Well, I stopped my machine when I got down the street a way, to take on
some more packages," answered the expressman, "and I heard a funny sound.
It was like a sneeze."

"I did sneeze," said Margy, while Norah was busy smoothing the wrinkles
out of her dress. "Some dust got up my nose and I sneezed."