"Oh, I guess so," was the answer, and the lunchman was not angry now,
for he saw he would lose nothing by what Mun Bun had done.

The six little Bunkers ate well, for the other five, as well as Mun Bun,
were hungry. Then, when the grown-ups had been fed, and the broken bowl
paid for, Grandpa Ford went out into the storm to tell his man, who was
in charge of the horses and sled, that the party was ready to start. The
horses had been kept waiting under a shed so they would be out of the
storm.

"Oh, that sounds just like Santa Claus!" cried Margy, as the sound of
jingling bells was heard outside the depot.

It seemed rather hard to leave the cosy, bright, warm station at that
hour of the night and start out into the darkness and storm. But the
children did not mind it. They were too eager to get to Great Hedge and
see Grandma Ford. That is, most of them were. Perhaps Mun Bun and Margy
were a bit too sleepy to care much what happened.

"But we can cuddle them down in the straw in the bottom of the sled,
cover them with blankets and let them go to sleep," said Grandpa Ford,
as he noted the blinking eyes of the two youngest Bunkers. "They'll go
to sleep and be at Great Hedge before they know it."

"How can you find it in the dark?" asked Vi.

"Oh, the horses know the way," answered the old gentleman. "Come on."

"I'm going to make up a riddle about a horse," began Laddie. "I have it