“Now I guess the mix-up is straightened out,” said Daddy Bunker with a laugh.  “Mun Bun slipped away, when we were not looking, and went to the wrong table.  At the same time a little boy from that table came to ours.  They just traded places.”

“Like puss-in-the-corner,” said Rose, who had followed her mother and father to the other end of the room.

“That’s it,” agreed Daddy Bunker.  “I’m sorry you were frightened about your little boy,” he went on to Tommie’s mother.  “We didn’t know we had him.”

“And I didn’t know I had yours,” she said with a smile.  “I have five children, all girls but this one, and when I didn’t see Tommie in his place, but saw, instead, this strange little chap, I didn’t know what had happened.”

“That’s just the way I felt,” said Mrs. Bunker.  “I have six, and when we travel it keeps me and their father busy looking after them.”

“My husband isn’t with me now,” said the woman, who gave her name as Mrs. Wilson.  “But I expect to meet him at the station.  We are going to Asbury Park for the rest of the summer.”

“We are going to Seaview,” said Mrs. Bunker.  “Perhaps we may meet you at the shore.”

“I hope so,” said Mrs. Wilson, as Tommie slipped into the seat out of which Mun Bun slid.  “Now here comes your breakfast, children.”

“Yes, and the waiter is bringing ours,” said Mr. Bunker with a look over toward his own table.  “Come, Mother, and Mun Bun.  You, too, Rose.”

They said good-bye to Mrs. Wilson, and soon the six little Bunkers at one table were eating waffles and maple syrup, and at the other table the five little Wilsons were enjoying their meal.

“What made you go away, Mun Bun?” asked his mother, as she buttered another waffle for him.

“I wanted to see if they had any shortcake down there,” he explained.  “I wanted some like Vi did, and I went to another table to see.  But there wasn’t have any,” he added, getting rather mixed up in his talk.  “And when I wanted to come back I didn’t know the way and I sat down and you weren’t there, Mother, and I was afraid and——­”

“But you’re all right now,” said Mrs. Bunker, as she saw Mun Bun’s chin begin to quiver as it always did just before he cried.  “You’re all right now, and not lost any more.  Finish your waffle, and we’ll soon be ready to go on the boat to Cousin Tom’s.”

The children were eating heartily, for they were hungry after their night trip from Fall River.  Laddie, who had had several helpings of waffles, at last seemed satisfied.  He leaned back in his chair and said: 

“I know another riddle.  When is Mun Bun not Mun Bun?”

“He’s always Mun Bun, ‘ceptin’ when Mother calls him Munroe Ford Bunker, when he’s got himself all dirt,” said Vi.  “I don’t call that a riddle.”

“It is a riddle,” insisted Laddie.  “When is Mun Bun not Mun Bun?”

“Is it when he’s asleep?” asked Russ, taking a guess just to please his small brother.