we were. But come, we must find a table large enough for all of us. I
don't believe they often have a whole family, the size of ours, at
breakfast here."

A waiter, who had seen the Bunkers come in, motioned them to follow him,
and he led them to a quiet corner where there was a table with just
eight chairs about it.

"Ho! I guess this was made specially for us," said Russ with a laugh, as
he slid into his seat.

"Yes, it just seems to fit," agreed Mr. Bunker. "Now, Mother," and he
looked over at his wife, "you order for some of the children, and I'll
order for the others. In that way we'll be through sooner."

"Have they got any strawberry shortcake?" asked Vi. "I want some."

"I don't see it down on the bill of fare for breakfast," replied her
father, "but I'll ask the waiter."

One of the men, of whom there were many hurrying to and fro with big
trays heaped high with dishes of food, came over to the Bunkers' table.

"No, the strawberry shortcake isn't ready until lunch," he said. "But
you can have hot waffles and maple syrup."

"Oh, I like them!" and Violet clapped her hands. "I like them better
than strawberry shortcake."

"Then you may bring some," said Mr. Bunker. It took a little time to