They were soon at Westfield, a small country town, and when the big truck drew up in front of the only restaurant in the place there was the touring car, with Mrs. Bunker and Norah sitting in it, waiting. “We got here first, and we would have been here before but I had a puncture and we had to change a tire,” said Mrs. Bunker. “That’s too bad,” remarked her husband. “Did you have any adventures?” asked Mrs. Bunker. “Oh, I should say we did!” cried Violet “There was——” “The cutest little colt!” broke in Rose, “and he——” “Was in the straw,” continued Russ, “and when Rose saw him she——” “Thought he was a bear,” said Laddie. Thus several of the little Bunkers had a turn in telling what had happened. “That was quite an adventure!” laughed Mrs. Bunker, when she had been told all that had taken place at the Armstrong farm. “I’m trying to make up a riddle about the colt, but I haven’t got very far yet,” said Laddie. “It’s something about straw and a horseshoe and—oh, well, maybe I’ll think of it after a while,” he said hopefully. They had a delightful time, lunching in the restaurant, and nothing much happened except that Mun Bun spilled a glass of water in his lap and got wet. But as it was a warm day it didn’t matter. Margy discovered a little kitten wandering about the eating place, and she insisted on giving pussy some of her milk. The result was, Margy’s hands not being very steady, that she upset a glass of milk on the floor. But, as the restaurant keeper said, it didn’t matter, for the floor needed mopping anyhow. Once more the little party started off in the two automobiles, Mrs. Bunker and Norah in the touring car taking the lead. In about an hour more they were at Cedarhurst. Then very soon, turning down a quiet country road, the six little Bunkers saw in the distance a white farmhouse in the middle of broad fields—a farmhouse with barns and other buildings around it. “That’s a dandy place!” exclaimed Russ. “Lovely,” murmured Rose. “Is that where we’re going to stay?” asked Violet. “Yes, that is Farmer Joel’s,” her father answered. A little later the little Bunkers were fairly tumbling out of the auto truck in their eagerness to see all the sights. Mrs. Bunker and Norah were already at the place. “My, but I’m glad to see you all!” cried Farmer Joel, and the six little Bunkers needed but one look at him to make sure they would love him, for Mr. Todd was a kindly man. And his sister, Miss Lavina, was just as loving and kind. “Well, I’m glad you’re here,” said Miss Todd. “Now that I see so many lovely children it makes me want to stay and play with you. But brother Joel says I need a vacation, so I’m going off on a visit.” The big farm was the most delightful place in the world at which to spend a vacation. As Adam North had said, there were broad fields—some green pastures, and others where hay and grain were growing. There were two orchards, one of apple trees and another of peach trees.