“Oh, Bunny!” cried his mother, putting her arms around him, “why did you go into the pantry and lock yourself in?”
“I didn’t lock myself in,” said the little boy. “The door slammed shut and I couldn’t get it open again.”
“That’s very true,” said Mr. Wynn, who looked at it. “This door has a habit of sliding shut and locking itself. We stewards know about it and always fasten it back. I don’t see why Jobson didn’t do it. He might have been locked in himself.”
Just then Steward Jobson, who had gone to another part of the ship, came back to his pantry, and he was surprised to learn what had happened.
“It’s too bad,” he said. “I finished my work in there and went out. I did fasten back the door, and when I went out I took off the fastening, thinking the door would shut of itself. And it did, it seems, though I’m sorry to know it shut Bunny up behind it. He must have gone in just after I went out. I happened to remember a moment ago that I had left the electric light turned on in the pantry, and I was coming now to turn it off. I’m very sorry.”
“Well, I didn’t get hurt,” said Bunny, smiling now that the danger and fright were over. “And I ate some of your cookies.”
“You are quite welcome to all you want,” said Mr. Jobson, with a smile.
Thus the lost boy was found and every one was happy. One of the ship’s officers gave orders to have the pantry door repaired so no one else would be likely to get shut in.
“Have you eaten yet?” asked Bunny, as he went back to the dining saloon with his father, mother and sister.
“No, we were just going to when we missed you,” said Mrs. Brown. “But I don’t suppose you want anything to eat now, do you, Bunny?”