ssman 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
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