"Is that all that happened?" asked Daddy Bunker, when quiet was restored.
"Yes," was the answer from Russ. "First I knew I heard Laddie yelling, and then he rolled out of bed."
"I didn't roll—I was pulled. He pulled me!" said Laddie, pointing to the poor little "brook" boy.
"I—I didn't mean to," said the poor little culprit. "I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't even know I got out of my bed."
"I think, when you get back in, I'll have to tie you with a piece of clothesline," his mother said. "He has often walked in his sleep before," she explained; "but I never knew him to pull any one out of bed until now."
The excitement was soon over, and the children went back to their beds and to sleep. Mrs. River took Jack in with her, and Bess was allowed to sleep with Rose and Violet, much to the delight of Bess. Violet never awakened through all these happenings, nor did Tom, the oldest River boy.
The sun was shining when the four little Bunkers came down to breakfast the next morning, and they laughed with the little "brooks" at the memory of what had happened in the night.
"As soon as I heard that big bang I knew what had happened," said Bess. "I knew Jack had gone and done it again, but I didn't know who it was he had pulled out of bed."
Breakfast over, the four little Bunkers, with Captain Ben and their father, got ready to resume their trip to Grand View. They still had many miles to go, but they thought they could make it by night, even though the roads were bad.
"And they are pretty sure to be in poor condition," said Captain Ben, as he brought the automobile around to the side porch. "We shall have to drive slowly on account of so much slippery mud after the rain."