"I'll go and look," offered Russ.

   "And you look in the back and side yards, Rose," said Mr. Bunker.

   Rose ran around to the back yard. A hasty look showed her that her little sister was not there, and she hurried around to the front porch to tell her father and mother.

   At the same time Russ came back from his trip down the street.

   "I didn't see her anywhere," he reported, "and I called, but she didn't answer."

   "Where can the child be?" cried Mrs. Bunker. "Norah, are you sure she isn't in the house?"

   "Positive. But I'll take a look."

   Just then Russ cried:

   "Here comes the expressman back again. Maybe he forgot some of the trunks!"

   "No, he took them all," said Mr. Bunker. "I don't see——"

   The express auto stopped in front of the Bunker house.

   "Did you miss anything?" asked the man, laughing.

   "Miss anything?" repeated the children's father.

   "Oh! Margy! We missed her!" said Mrs. Bunker.

   "Well, I guess I've got her here on my truck," went on the expressman, laughing some more.

   "You have my little girl?" cried Mrs. Bunker, "How did she get into your auto?"

   "That I don't know," the expressman said, "but here she is," and he lifted out the big bundle loosely wrapped in an old blanket. The bundle had in it the things that wouldn't go in the trunks. It was open at both ends, and tied with straps and ropes.

   Out of one end stuck the dark, and now tangled, curls of Margy Bunker, and Margy was laughing.

   "Oh, what a girl you are!" cried her mother. "How did you get in there, Margy?"

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