For a moment it seemed as if Margy would cry, but Mun Bun kept her tears back by saying: “It was awful funny when he did roll over and over in the box. I like a puppy to do that!” And when the others laughed at Mun Bun’s funny way of saying this, Margy also laughed. Russ came running back, having left the puppy with the others, a last look was taken around the house to see that all was in good order, and then Mrs. Bunker and Norah started off in the touring car and Daddy and Adam North started in the big straw-filled truck with the six little Bunkers. “Oh, this is great! It’s going to be lots of fun!” exclaimed Russ, as they rumbled along. “I hope there’s a big, old-fashioned kitchen at Farmer Joel’s,” said Rose. “Mother said I might help her with the baking of cake and pies.” “Well, I’ll help with the eating,” laughed Russ. “I hope there’s a brook on the farm. I want to make a water wheel and build a little toy mill that the water wheel will turn.” “I’ll help you,” offered Laddie, as Russ whistled merrily. The way to Cedarhurst where Farmer Joel lived was along a pleasant road, and the children, sitting on the straw in the big truck, enjoyed looking out through openings in the canvas sides. “Did we bring anything to eat?” asked Vi, after a few miles had been journeyed. “No, daddy said we were going to stop in Westfield for our lunch,” explained Rose. “We are going to meet mother there and all eat together in a restaurant.” “Oh, that’ll be fun!” declared Vi. “It would be more fun if we could camp beside the road, make a fire and cook something,” suggested Russ. “If I had a gun I could shoot something and we could cook that,” cried Laddie. “Pooh! What could you shoot? A bear?” asked his twin sister. “No,” he drawled. “But maybe I could shoot a chicken.” “If you did the farmer that owned it would have you arrested,” declared Russ. “I guess it will be better for us to eat in the restaurant.” Adam North, who sat up in the front seat with Daddy Bunker, suddenly turned the truck off to one side of the road and brought the big machine to a stop. “Oh, are we there already?” cried Rose, leaping up from the straw where she had been sitting beside Russ. “Are we at Farmer Joel’s?” asked Violet eagerly. “I want to wide on a horsie!” demanded Mun Bun. “No, we aren’t there yet,” answered Adam. “But I need some water in the radiator of the auto, so I’ll just stop here and get some. There’s a farmer here whom I know.” “May we get out?” asked Russ, for he thought perhaps they might not stop long enough for this. “Oh, yes, get out and stretch your legs,” his father told him. “I’ll wait here five or ten minutes and cool down the engine,” added Adam.