“Yes it can, too!” cried Laddie.  “When a barrel takes a roll, isn’t it hungry?  A roll is what you eat,” he explained, “I didn’t think that riddle up,” he added, for Laddie was quite honest.  “Jerry Simms told me.  When is a barrel hungry?  When it takes a roll before breakfast—­that’s the whole answer.”

“That’s a very good riddle,” said Mrs. Bunker with a smile.  “But I haven’t yet heard what happened.”

“Didn’t you hear the noise?” asked Rose with a laugh.  “It made a terrible bang.”

“Oh, yes, I heard that,” answered Mrs. Bunker.  “But what caused it?” she asked anxiously.

Five little Bunkers looked at Russ, as the one best fitted to tell about the upset.

“We had a make-believe steamboat,” explained the oldest boy.  “Laddie was inside the flour barrel you let me take.  He was the fireman.  I sat outside the barrel to steer.  But Laddie jiggled and wiggled and joggled inside the barrel and——­”

“I had to, Mother, ’cause I was making believe the steamer was on the rough ocean where the water is ten miles deep,” interrupted Laddie.  “So I rolled the barrel and joggled it and——­”

“And then it fell in!” added Rose.  “I saw it.”

“I felt it,” remarked Russ, rubbing his back.  “But it didn’t hurt me much,” he added.

“I guess the barrel was so old and dry that it couldn’t hold together when you two boys got to playing with it,” said Mrs. Bunker.  “Well, I’m glad it was no worse.  At first it sounded as though the house was coming down.  You had better play some other game now.”

“Oh, the rain has stopped!” cried Rose, looking out of a window.  “We can play out in the yard now.”

“Yes, I believe you can,” said her mother.  “But you must put on your rubbers, for the ground is damp.  Run out and play!”

With shouts of glee and laughter the six little Bunkers started to go outdoors.  It was a warm day, late in June, and even the rain had not made it too cool for them to be out.

As the six children trooped out on the side porch they saw their father coming up the walk.

“Why, it isn’t supper time, and daddy’s coming home!” exclaimed Rose.

“What do you s’pose he wants?” asked Russ.

“Maybe he heard the barrel break and came up to see about it,” suggested Laddie.

“He couldn’t hear the barrel break away down to his office,” said Russ.

Just then Mrs. Bunker, from within the house, saw her husband approaching.  She went out on the porch to meet him.

“Why, Charlie!” she exclaimed, “has anything happened?  What is the matter?  You look worried!”

“I am worried,” said Mr. Bunker.  “I’ve had quite a loss!  It’s some valuable real estate papers.  They are gone from my office, and I came to see if they were on my desk in the house.  Hello, children!” he called to the six little Bunkers.  But even Mun Bun seemed to know that something was wrong.  Daddy Bunker’s voice was not at all jolly.