"Did you pull over the bowl of cakes?" asked Mr. Bunker.

"Yes," admitted Mun Bun, "I did. I reached up to get one, and the bowl
tipped over on me and they all spilled."

"And the bowl broke," said the lunch-counter young man.

"I'll pay for it, Tom," said Grandpa Ford, who seemed to know the young
man. "That'll be all right. I'll pay for the bowl and the cakes, too.
Some of them are all right. They fell on this newspaper."

And this was true. Mun Bun had reached up, standing on his tip-toes, to
get a cake out of the bowl. As he said, he was hungry, and while Daddy
Bunker and Grandpa Ford were talking about getting the children
something to eat, Mun Bun had wandered off by himself, found the lunch
counter, and started to help himself. But he was not quite tall enough,
and the glass bowl had fallen with a crash.

The cakes had scattered out, but, as Grandpa Ford had said, some of them
had fallen on a clean newspaper which some one had dropped on the depot
floor just before the accident.

Grandpa Ford, Daddy Bunker and Tom, the lunchman, picked up the clean
cakes and put them in another bowl. The broken pieces of the smashed
bowl and the cakes that had gone on the floor were also picked up.

"Well, now that we're all here, we might as well get the children
something to eat," said Grandpa Ford. "Tom can give them hot milk and
cakes, and we grown-folks can have some hot coffee to get us ready for
the ride out to Great Hedge. Tom, can you take care of this big family?"