And that is just what happened.  Margy had wiggled herself all the way inside the bundle, which was not wrapped very tightly.  It was big enough to hold her, and neither her feet nor her head stuck out of either end.

The bundle had been put on the porch with the trunks, and Margy found it easy to crawl into it after her ball, which, with other toys of the children, had been put in the bundle at the last minute.

“Well, now we’ll start off again,” said Daddy Bunker.  “Don’t any of you children crawl into any bundles, or shut yourselves up in trunks!  We all want to go to Grandma Bell’s together.”

The expressman once more carried the bundle to his auto truck, and found it a little lighter this time, for Margy was not snuggled up inside it.  Then, after “counting noses,” Mr. Bunker, his wife and the children got into the auto with Jerry Simms, and started for the depot.

“Now I guess we’re all right,” said the children’s father, as he saw that the baggage was safely put on the train, including the bundle into which Margy had “wiggled” herself.  “All aboard!”

“That’s what you called when we were playing steamboat,” said Rose to Russ, as they got into the passenger car.

“Yes.  We had lots of fun that day, didn’t we?” he asked.

“Yes.  And we’ll have a lot of fun at Grandma Bell’s,” said his sister.

As the six little Bunkers were to stay on the train all the rest of that day and night, as well as part of the next day, they did not go in an ordinary day coach.  They went in one that had big, deep seats, which, when the time came, could be turned into beds, with sheets, pillow cases, and curtains hanging in front.  But, until the beds were needed, the seats were used by the passengers, some riding backward and some forward.

As there were eight Bunkers, including the father and mother, they needed several beds for sleeping at night.  Daddy would take Mun Bun in with him, and Margy would be tucked in with her mother.

Russ and Laddie said they wanted to sleep together, while Rose and Violet were to share a berth between them, and thus they would be as comfortable as possible on the trip.

“But it will be quite a while before the berths are made up,” said Mr. Bunker to the children.  “So sit beside the windows and look out.”

It was lots of fun riding in the train to Grandma Bell’s.  The smaller children had not traveled much, and everything was new to them.  Rose and Russ had been on little trips, though, so they did not so much marvel at the things they saw.  But every time the train passed cows or horses in a field, went under a bridge or over one, or through a tunnel, it was something for the other four little Bunkers to wonder at and say: 

“Oh!” and “Ah!”

After a while, though, they grew less excited, and sat in the big, deep seats more quietly, looking at the trees and telegraph poles that seemed to rush by so swiftly.  There were a few other passengers in the sleeping-car—­that is, it would be a sleeping-car when the berths were made up—­and for a time the children looked at the men and women who were traveling.