"No, it's too far," his father answered. "But we can hire one there if we need one. Grandma hasn't one, I believe." "She doesn't like to ride in them," said Mrs. Bunker. "Mother is old-fashioned. She has a carriage and a big carry-all." "But we'll have fun there, anyhow, won't we?" asked Russ. "I'm sure I hope so," his father answered. The next few days were busy ones. More trunks were packed, Russ finished making his box for his things, and Laddie started to make one also. But he couldn't drive nails very straight, and his box fell apart almost as fast as he made it. "I don't guess I'll take one," he said. "I'll put my things in your box, Russ." "No, you can't," said the older boy. "There won't be room. But I'll make you a box for your own self," and this he did, much to Laddie's delight. The other children brought from the playroom so many toys they wanted taken along that Mrs. Bunker said there would be no room in the trunks for anything else if she took all the youngsters piled up for her. So she picked out a few for each boy and girl, and put their best toys in. At last the day came when they were to take the train for Grandma Bell's. Daddy Bunker had left one of his men in charge of the real estate office for the time he was to be away. "And will that man find the red-haired lumber tramp that took your papers in the old coat?" asked Rose. "I hope so," answered her father. But it was not to happen that way, as you shall see. The journey to Grandma Bell's was a long one. To get to Lake Sagatook, in Maine, the Bunkers would have to travel all of one afternoon, all night and part of the next day. They would sleep in the queer little beds on the train. "And that'll be a lot of fun!" said Russ to Rose. "Oh, yes, lots!" she agreed. At the last minute it was found that many things which needed to be taken could not be put in any of the trunks. "Make a big bundle of them," said Daddy Bunker. "Wrap up all the extra things in a bundle and roll 'em in a blanket. We can express that as we could a trunk." So this was done. At last everything was ready. The trunks and the big bundle were set out on the front porch for the expressman, and when he came the six little Bunkers, and their father and mother, watched the things being put on the auto truck. "And now we'll start ourselves," said Mr. Bunker, when the expressman had started toward the depot. "Jerry will take us all down in the auto." With final good-byes to Norah and some of the neighbors who gathered to see the party off, Mrs. Bunker started for the car, at the steering wheel of which sat Jerry Simms. "Are we all here?" asked Daddy Bunker. "Wait until I count noses. Let me see: Russ, Rose, Vi, Laddie, Mun Bun and----" Just then Mrs. Bunker uttered a cry. "Why, where is Margy?" And where was Margy? She was not with the other little Bunkers! CHAPTER IX ROSE'S DOLL