"First I thought it was a little puppy dog, or a cat--sometimes people
send animals by express," explained the driver. "But when I looked back I
saw a little girl's head sticking out of the bundle, and I knew right away
where she belonged. I thought you didn't want to ship her as baggage or
by express, so I brought her back as fast as I could."

"I'm glad you did," said Mrs. Bunker. "We couldn't imagine where she had
gone."

"What did you do, Margy?" asked Russ.

"I--I just crawled inside the bundle," replied the little girl "I
'membered I put my rubber ball inside, and I wanted it, so I wiggled
inside. And when I got there I was so tired I went to sleep, I guess."

And that is just what happened. Margy had wiggled herself all the way
inside the bundle, which was not wrapped very tightly. It was big enough
to hold her, and neither her feet nor her head stuck out of either end.

The bundle had been put on the porch with the trunks, and Margy found it
easy to crawl into it after her ball, which, with other toys of the
children, had been put in the bundle at the last minute.

"Well, now we'll start off again," said Daddy Bunker. "Don't any of you
children crawl into any bundles, or shut yourselves up in trunks! We all
want to go to Grandma Bell's together."

The expressman once more carried the bundle to his auto truck, and found
it a little lighter this time, for Margy was not snuggled up inside it.
Then, after "counting noses," Mr. Bunker, his wife and the children got