noticed Rose and Russ, Laddie and Vi, and Margy. But Mun Bun was not in
sight.

"Did he fall out of a window?" asked Violet.

"Mercy! I hope not," cried Mrs. Bunker.

Then they all heard Mun Bun's voice saying, rather tearfully:

"I--I didn't mean to do it. I only wanted a cake!"

"Well, you busted it, an' now somebody's got to pay for it!" came
another voice, and one that was rather angry.

Daddy Bunker hurried around to the other side of the ticket office, and
the others, including Grandpa Ford, followed. There, standing near the
lunch counter, with a broken bowl at his feet, and cakes scattered
around him, stood Mun Bun. In front of him was the young man who had
charge of the station lunch counter.

"Oh, Mun Bun!" sighed his mother.

"Why, Mun Bun! what happened?" asked his father.

"He happened--that!" exclaimed the young man. "He pulled it over, off
the counter, and it smashed. And look at the cakes--all spoiled."

"Not all spoiled," said Mun Bun. "I can eat 'em, an' so can Margy. We're
both hungry!"