Daddy Bunker, who had started to "count noses," to make sure all his family was together, ready to start in the automobile with Jerry Simms for the depot, stopped suddenly when he found that little Margy was not with the other children. At the same time Mother Bunker also saw that one of her little girls was missing. "Where did Margy go?" asked Mrs. Bunker. "I told her not to run back into the house." "She didn't," said Norah. "I was standing right by the door all the while, and she didn't go in." "Maybe she went in the back way," said Russ. "The back door is locked," returned Norah. "She must have run down the street to say good-bye to some of her playmates while the expressman was loading in the trunks." "I'll go and look," offered Russ. "And you look in the back and side yards, Rose," said Mr. Bunker. Rose ran around to the back yard. A hasty look showed her that her little sister was not there, and she hurried around to the front porch to tell her father and mother. At the same time Russ came back from his trip down the street. "I didn't see her anywhere," he reported, "and I called, but she didn't answer." "Where can the child be?" cried Mrs. Bunker. "Norah, are you sure she isn't in the house?" "Positive. But I'll take a look." Just then Russ cried: "Here comes the expressman back again. Maybe he forgot some of the trunks!" "No, he took them all," said Mr. Bunker. "I don't see----" The express auto stopped in front of the Bunker house. "Did you miss anything?" asked the man, laughing. "Miss anything?" repeated the children's father. "Oh! Margy! We missed her!" said Mrs. Bunker. "Well, I guess I've got her here on my truck," went on the expressman, laughing some more. "You have my little girl?" cried Mrs. Bunker, "How did she get into your auto?" "That I don't know," the expressman said, "but here she is," and he lifted out the big bundle loosely wrapped in an old blanket. The bundle had in it the things that wouldn't go in the trunks. It was open at both ends, and tied with straps and ropes. Out of one end stuck the dark, and now tangled, curls of Margy Bunker, and Margy was laughing. "Oh, what a girl you are!" cried her mother. "How did you get in there, Margy?" "I--I wiggled in," was the answer, as the expressman carried the bundle, little Bunker and all, to the porch. "I wanted to get my rubber ball that was inside so I just wiggled in, I did." "Did you really find her in that bundle?" asked Mr. Bunker, as the expressman put it down on the porch, and Margy, with the help of her mother, "wiggled" out. "Yes, she was in there," was the man's answer. "I loaded that bundle on last, I remember, because it was soft and I didn't want to crush it with the heavy trunks. It's a good thing I did, though I didn't know there was a little girl inside." "How did you find out she was in there?" asked Mrs. Bunker.