“Oh, Mother, look what Mun Bun’s doing!” cried Violet. “What is he doing?” “He’s making the funniest kind of a bed in the garden!” laughed Rose. “A bed!” cried Mr. Bunker. “I hope he isn’t going to sleep out here!” “No, it’s a bed like a flower bed or a cabbage bed,” explained Russ. “Only he’s planting——” “Bones!” burst out Laddie. “Oh, I could make a funny riddle about it if I could think of it.” “Mun Bun, what in the world are you doing with those bones?” asked his mother. “Plantin’ ’em,” answered the little fellow coolly, as he dropped some of the chicken bones into the hole he had dug and covered them with earth. “Why in the world are you planting bones?” asked his father. “So more bones will grow,” answered Mun Bun, in a matter-of-fact way. “Farmer man plants seeds to make things grow, an’ I plant bones so more bones will grow.” “Who for?” asked Russ. “For Jimsie, the dog,” answered the little fellow. “Ralph said his dog never had enough bones, so I’m going to plant bones and then more bones will grow, an’ Jimsie can come over here an’ pick off the bones when they’re ripe an’——” “Oh, you dear, foolish little boy!” cried his mother, gathering him up in her arms and kissing and hugging him, dirty as he was. “Don’t you know bones don’t grow?” she asked. “Oh, don’t they?” asked Mun Bun, in surprise. “Of course not!” chimed in Russ. “Only seeds grow.” “Um,” remarked Mun Bun, his face all rosy where his mother had kissed him. “Den I plant to-morrer some bird seed.” “Why bird seed?” asked Daddy Bunker. “So some birds will grow,” Mun Bun answered. Then how the other Bunkers laughed, especially Daddy and Mother Bunker and Rose and Russ, for they saw what a mistake Mun Bun was making! Margy, Laddie and Violet laughed also, but more because the others did. And then Mun Bun laughed himself. “I’m hungry!” he announced. “Maybe if you plant a knife and fork and plate you’ll get something to eat!” chuckled Russ. They had many a good laugh over the queer garden bed Mun Bun made when he thought that if you planted bones a plant would spring up with more bones on for Jimsie, the dog. Then they all went in to supper. “To-morrer,” said Mun Bun, as he was taken off to bed later in the evening, “I’ll plant some flowers for Jimsie to smell.” Early the next day Mrs. Bunker was seen in the kitchen with a sunbonnet on, while on the table near her were a number of small baskets. “Are we going on a picnic?” asked Russ, who came in to get a string to fix something on the water wheel that he and Laddie were constantly “fussing over,” as Norah called it. “A sort of picnic,” answered his mother. “Farmer Joel told me about a wild strawberry patch beyond his south meadow, and I thought we could all go there and pick the berries. There is a basket for each of us except daddy, who isn’t going, and if we get enough berries——”