And that is just the way it happened. Mun Bun, when he saw the marbles roll down into the drain-pipe, wanted to get them back. He could easily lift up the grating, but when his head was in he could not so easily get it out again. So he yelled and cried, and Margy heard him and went for help, which was a good thing. "Well, you're all right now, but don't ever do anything like that again," said Aunt Jo. "I won't," promised Mun Bun, as his mother carried him to the house to be washed and combed. "But I wanted the marbles, and they're down the pipe yet. I couldn't get 'em." "Never mind," said Mabel. "My brother has lots more. He won't care about losing a few." And he did not, so Mun Bun had all his trouble for nothing, not even getting back the marbles. But it taught him never to put his head in a hole unless he was sure he could get it out. When Russ and Laddie came home from the moving picture show, they heard all about what had happened to their little brother. "Let's go out and look at the hole," suggested Laddie. "All right," agreed Russ. "I knew it was there, 'cause the last time it rained I saw water running into it. But I didn't know the iron grating lifted up." For several days after that the six little Bunkers had lots of fun at Aunt Jo's. They played all sorts of games, and had rides on the roller-skate wagon Russ had made, as well as in the express wagon, pulled by Alexis, the big dog. They went out to Bunker Hill monument, where they were told something about what had happened when the men of the colonies fought that these United States might become a free nation. "Daddy," asked Vi very seriously, "didn't they name this monument after you?" "How could they?" broke in Russ. "This monument was put up years and years before Daddy was born." "Well, maybe they named it after his great, great, I don't know how many great grandfathers," put in Laddie. "No, it wasn't named after any one in our family," answered Daddy Bunker. The father also took the children out to the Charlestown Navy Yard, and told them something about the navy and how our fighting men of the sea helped to keep us a great and free people. And then, one day, Russ saw his mother and father and Aunt Jo looking over some papers and small books. Russ knew what they were--time tables, to tell when trains and boats leave and arrive. He had seen them at his father's real estate office, and also at the house in Pineville just before the family started for Grandma Bell's. "Oh, are we going home?" asked Russ, his voice showing the sadness he felt at such a thing happening. "Going home? What makes you think that?" asked his father. "Indeed, I hope you're not going home for a good while yet," said Aunt Jo. "It hardly seems a week since you came." "Well, I'm glad you have enjoyed us," said Mother Bunker. "But are we going home?" persisted Russ.