“Is it about us?” asked Violet, with what she thought a cunning air, hoping she might surprise something of the secret from her mother.
“Yes, it’s about all of you,” was the answer.
“Is it good to eat?” was what Mun Bun wanted to know.
“Yes, the secret is good to eat,” answered Mrs. Bunker, with laughing eyes, as she looked at Farmer Joel’s truck driver.
“Is it good to play with?” was the question Margy asked.
“Yes, it’s good to play with, too,” said her mother.
This set all the six little Bunkers to guessing, and they named first one thing and then another, but Mrs. Bunker only shook her head, laughed, and told them they would have to wait to find out about the secret.
“You’ve got your hands full with those youngsters, I can see that,” chuckled the truck driver, who had said his name was Adam North. “They must keep you busy.”
“They do. But they are good children,” Mrs. Bunker said, while Rose was murmuring:
“I can’t think what kind of a secret it can be that you can eat and play with. Can you, Russ?”