“Yes, he’ll come home to supper,” replied Mrs. Bunker. “I hope you can stay and have a meal with us,” she added. “Well, I might—yes,” was the slow answer. “In fact, I was going to stay over at the hotel all night, as it’s a long ride back to Cedarhurst, and I don’t like to drive the truck after dark if I can help it.” “Oh, then you can stay at our house,” quickly said Mrs. Bunker. “We’d be delighted to have you. There is plenty of room.” “And you can tell us about the farm,” added Rose. “And about the bees,” added Mun Bun. “Does they sting?” “Sometimes,” laughed Mr. North. [Illustration: THE CHILDREN HELPED AS MUCH AS THEY COULD. _Six Little Bunkers at Farmer Joel's._ _Page 31_] “And tell us about the cows and chickens,” begged Laddie. “I know a riddle about—now—about a cow, only I can’t think of it.” “Maybe it’s the cow that jumped over the moon,” joked Mr. North. “No, it isn’t that,” Laddie answered. “Maybe I’ll think of it after a while.” “I’d like to hear about the horses,” suggested Violet. “How many horses does Farmer Joel have and do they ever run away and did they ever run away with you and did you get hurt and are there any little horses? I don’t believe they’d run away, would they? And if a horse runs away does he run back again and——” “Violet! Violet!” cried her mother. But the little girl had stopped herself, for she was out of breath. “Does she often get spells like that?” asked Adam North, with a laughing look at Mrs. Bunker. “Sometimes,” was the smiling answer. “But generally she asks her questions one at a time. I don’t know what made her take such a streak. But come, children, I want to get these flowers set out before daddy comes home. Come along.” “We can plant some in the hole we dug,” said Laddie. “No! No!” cried Mun Bun. “That’s a hole to China and we don’t want any flowers in it!” “Easy, Mun Bun! Don’t get so excited,” soothed Russ. “Maybe the people in China would like some of these flowers.” “Oh, all right. I give some flowers to Chiweeze,” agreed Mun Bun. By this time the truck had rolled into the driveway of the Bunker home, and the family of children and their mother soon followed. The doll, which had been the cause of so much excitement, and not a little trouble, was put in the house where no wandering dog could carry her off again. Then Adam North began unloading the pots of flowers, some of which needed to be set out in the ground to make them grow better. It was toward the end of spring, with summer in prospect and just the time to start making a flower garden, Mr. North said. Farmer Joel raised many kinds of plants and blossoms, his sister Miss Lavina Todd helping him. They had so many that it had been decided to send some to Mr. Bunker. “But I never thought he could spare all these,” remarked Mrs. Bunker, when she saw the geraniums, the begonias, the four-o’clocks, the petunias, the zinnias, the marigolds and many other kinds of “posy-trees,” as Mun Bun called them.