ready, he stuffed something down between the edge of the seat and the
side of the car next the window.

"This is my seat," Mun Bun announced, "and please don't any one take it
when we come back! I got something hid here."

No one paid much attention to him, as it had been decided that they
would all go into the dining-car at the first call, and they thought
every one else was thinking of that, too.

So the Bunkers and Grandpa Ford walked out of the coach in which they
had been riding, to the second car ahead, where dinner was being served
at little tables. It took more than two tables to seat the six little
Bunkers, their father, their mother, and Grandpa Ford, but soon they
were all settled, and the colored waiter, in spotless white, just like
the one who had called out that dinner was ready, began to serve the
hungry folks.

You may be sure the six little Bunkers were hungry. In fact, they were
always that way, except, perhaps, just after a meal, or when they were
asleep. Though it was not the first time these little travelers had
eaten in dining-cars, and on boats, they always liked the fun it was to
sit and eat, and see the trees, fences, and telegraph poles seemingly go
whizzing past the windows.

"Have you had enough?" asked Daddy Bunker in about half an hour, as he
looked around at his boys and girls. "Anybody want any more?"

"Could I have more pie?" asked Russ.