Along the road, through pleasant fields, and into the woods rumbled the big farm hay wagon, driven by Adam North. In the wagon sat the six little Bunkers with their father and mother and Farmer Joel. For Farmer Joel had decided that, after the haymaking, he was entitled to a holiday. So he stopped work and went on the picnic with the six little Bunkers. “How much farther is it to the picnic grounds?” asked Vi, after they had ridden for perhaps half an hour. “Not very far now,” answered Farmer Joel. “Is it a nice picnic grounds?” went on the little girl who always asked questions. “And is there——” “Now, Vi,” interrupted her mother, “suppose you wait until we get there and you can see what there is to see. You mustn’t tire Farmer Joel by asking so many questions.” “Well, I only wanted to ask just one thing more,” begged Vi. “Go ahead. What is it?” chuckled the good-natured farmer. “Is there a swing in the picnic woods?” asked Vi, after a moment’s pause to decide which question was the most important. “Well, if there isn’t we can put one up, for I brought a rope along,” answered Adam North. He liked to see the six little Bunkers have fun as much as the children loved to play. “Oh, a swing! Goodie!” cried Violet. “I want to swing in it!” exclaimed Mun Bun. “So do I!” added Margy. “I can see where there’s going to be trouble, with only one swing,” murmured Daddy Bunker, smiling at his wife. “Oh, they can take turns,” she said. The wagon was now going through the woods. On either side were green trees with low-hanging branches, some of which met in an arch overhead, drooping down so far that the children could reach up and touch the leaves with their hands. “Oh, it’s just lovely here,” murmured Rose, who liked beautiful scenery. “I see something that’s lovelier,” said Russ. “What?” asked Rose. “I don’t see anything. You can’t get much of a view down here under the trees, but it’s beautiful just the same.” “Here’s the view I was looking at,” said Russ, with a laugh, and he pointed to the piles of lunch boxes and baskets in the front part of the hay wagon. “That’s a better view than just trees, Rose.” “Oh, you funny boy!” she laughed. “Always thinking of something to eat! Don’t you ever think of something else?” “Yes, right after I’ve had something to eat I think of when it’s going to be time to eat again,” chuckled Russ. Deeper into the woods went the picnic wagon. The six little Bunkers were talking and laughing among themselves, and Farmer Joel was speaking to Mr. and Mrs. Bunker and Adam about something that had happened in the village that day. Suddenly there was a cry from the children, who were in the rear of the wagon, sprawled about in the straw. “Laddie’s gone!” exclaimed Rose. “Did he fall out?” asked Mrs. Bunker. “No, it looks more as if he fell _up_!” shouted Russ.