"Oh, ho! So it was you who ran with Ike's rig, was it?" asked William. "Well, well! He was frightened when he didn't see his horse out in front where he had left it. How do you like the junk business, Mun Bun?"
"I like the horse, and I did drive him, I did!" said the little fellow proudly.
"Well, don't do it again," sighed Mrs. Bunker.
"No'm, I won't!" promised Mun Bun.
The six little Bunkers always promised this whenever they did anything they ought not to have done. But the trouble was that they did something different the next time, and not the same thing they were told not to do.
"I wish I'd had a ride with you," said Margy, as her little brother, after the policeman had gone, told what had happened.
"Well, I don't!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker.
So Mun Bun got safely back home again, and the rest of the day his mother saw to it that he played in the yard and around the house with his brothers and sisters.
"Did anybody ever come for the pocketbook and the sixty-five dollars?" asked Rose one day, after breakfast, when the six little Bunkers were wondering what to do to have fun.
"No, we haven't yet found an owner," said her father. "But there is time enough yet."