So the Bunkers and Grandpa Ford walked out of the coach in which they had been riding, to the second car ahead, where dinner was being served at little tables.  It took more than two tables to seat the six little Bunkers, their father, their mother, and Grandpa Ford, but soon they were all settled, and the colored waiter, in spotless white, just like the one who had called out that dinner was ready, began to serve the hungry folks.

You may be sure the six little Bunkers were hungry.  In fact, they were always that way, except, perhaps, just after a meal, or when they were asleep.  Though it was not the first time these little travelers had eaten in dining-cars, and on boats, they always liked the fun it was to sit and eat, and see the trees, fences, and telegraph poles seemingly go whizzing past the windows.

“Have you had enough?” asked Daddy Bunker in about half an hour, as he looked around at his boys and girls.  “Anybody want any more?”

“Could I have more pie?” asked Russ.

“Well, a small piece, yes,” answered his mother.

“I want a piece, too,” declared Laddie.  “I didn’t have hardly any.  Mun Bun reached over and took half of mine.”

“I’ll have the waiter divide a piece between Russ and Laddie,” said Mr. Bunker.  And when this had been done, even the two hungry boys announced that they were satisfied.  Then back to the other car the Bunkers and Grandpa Ford went.

Now at home, almost always after dinner, the two youngest of the six little Bunkers went to sleep.  Mother Bunker called it taking a “nap,” and almost always Mun Bun and Margy, and sometimes Laddie and Violet had one.

In a little while Mrs. Bunker noticed that the heads of Margy and Mun Bun were nodding as they sat in their seats.

“I’m going to have those children lie down,” she said.  “Mun Bun, come over and sit with me.  I’ll cuddle you to sleep.  Margy, you can go with Daddy.”

“I want to stay here,” said Mun Bun.  “I’ve got something in my seat, and I don’t want anybody to take it.”

“I want to stay too!” exclaimed Margy.  “I want to see what Mun Bun has.”

Mr. Bunker turned the seat in front of the two smaller children over so a sort of bed could be made for them with a pile of coats and valises.  Soon Mun Bun and Margy, side by side, were having a fine sleep, and the train rumbled on.

Margy’s doll was perched up on the seat in front of her, and Margy said her doll was “sleeping” too.  But this doll slept with her eyes open.

Violet was looking at the picture book Laddie had finished with, and Laddie was trying to make a buzzer, as Russ had done.  For Laddie had broken the one his brother had made for him.

Rose and Russ were sitting together, and for the first time in some days, they had a chance to talk about the ghost at Great Hedge.

“What kind do you s’pose it’ll be?” asked Rose.

“Oh, the regular, scary kind,” Russ answered.