"We are very sorry to see you go," said Cousin Tom.

"Indeed we are," agreed his pretty wife, Ruth. "You must come to see us
next summer."

"We will," promised Mr. Bunker. "But just now we must hurry back home. I
hope we shall be in time."

Russ and Rose, who heard this, wondered at the reason for it. But they
did not have time to ask for, just then, along came the automobile that
was to take them from Cousin Tom's house to the railroad station.

Good-byes were said, there was much laughter and shouting; and finally
the six little Bunkers and their father and mother were on their way
home.

It was a long trip, but finally they reached Pineville and took a
carriage from the depot to their house.

"How funny everything looks!" exclaimed Russ, for they had been away
from home visiting around, for some time.

"Yes, it does look funny," agreed Rose. "Oh, I see our house!" she
called, pointing down the street. "There's our house!"

"Yes," answered Russ. "And oh, look! Daddy! Mother! There's a man on our
porch! There's a man asleep on our porch!"

The six little Bunkers, and Daddy and Mother Bunker looked. There was,
indeed, an elderly man asleep in a rocking-chair on the porch.