Laddie ran off to beg some putty from the good-natured Jerry, and Vi, after paddling about a little longer in the brook, went back to the house with her mother and Norah.

“I guess I’ll make me a boat, too,” decided Russ.  “I can fix the box for my things to-morrow.”

He went to the barn with Laddie, and soon the two boys were building “boats” out of soap boxes, stuffing the cracks and holes with putty which Jerry gave them.

Then they went down to the brook and floated the boxes.  They did not sink so quickly as had the one with Vi in it, and Russ and Laddie had lots of fun until supper time.

“I’m so tired I don’t know what to do!” said Mrs. Bunker after supper.  “I’ve packed two trunks, and I’ve helped rescue Mun Bun from a balloon and Vi from a sinking boat that wasn’t a riddle after all.”  And the whole family, including the six little Bunkers, laughed as they thought of the queer things that had happened that day.

“I’ll tell you what we can do,” said Daddy Bunker.  “It’s early, and there is a nice moving picture show in town.  We’ll all go down and see it.  That will rest you, Mother.”

“Oh, yes!  Let’s go!” cried Rose.

And so they did.

The show was very nice, and there were some funny pictures.  But Mun and Margy fell asleep before the show was over, and might have had to be carried home, only Jerry Simms came along in the automobile, which he had taken down to the shop to be repaired, and they rode to the house in that.

“Are we going to take our automobile with us to Grandma Bell’s?” asked Russ.

“No, it’s too far,” his father answered.  “But we can hire one there if we need one.  Grandma hasn’t one, I believe.”

“She doesn’t like to ride in them,” said Mrs. Bunker.  “Mother is old-fashioned.  She has a carriage and a big carry-all.”

“But we’ll have fun there, anyhow, won’t we?” asked Russ.

“I’m sure I hope so,” his father answered.

The next few days were busy ones.  More trunks were packed, Russ finished making his box for his things, and Laddie started to make one also.  But he couldn’t drive nails very straight, and his box fell apart almost as fast as he made it.

“I don’t guess I’ll take one,” he said.  “I’ll put my things in your box, Russ.”

“No, you can’t,” said the older boy.  “There won’t be room.  But I’ll make you a box for your own self,” and this he did, much to Laddie’s delight.

The other children brought from the playroom so many toys they wanted taken along that Mrs. Bunker said there would be no room in the trunks for anything else if she took all the youngsters piled up for her.  So she picked out a few for each boy and girl, and put their best toys in.

At last the day came when they were to take the train for Grandma Bell’s.  Daddy Bunker had left one of his men in charge of the real estate office for the time he was to be away.