“Violet, get in the truck and sit still,” ordered her mother firmly, and Violet obeyed.
Everything was ready for the start. Mr. Bunker was counting the children and the trunks and the satchels, to make sure none was missing, when Rose asked:
“Where’s Margy?”
“Here she comes,” said Russ, as he noticed his little sister appearing around the corner of the house.
“What in the world is she carrying?” asked Mr. Bunker.
And well might he inquire. For Margy was half dragging half carrying a large pasteboard box which seemed alive, for it swayed from side to side and seemed about to leap away.
“Margy, what have you there?” called her father.
Before she could answer the box gave a sudden lurch to one side, Margy lost her balance, and down she went on the path in a heap, the box tumbling over and over as if it had suddenly come to life. What could it be?
CHAPTER VI
SOMETHING IN THE STRAW
Five little Bunkers, with their father, their mother, Norah, and Adam North looked at one little Bunker in a queer plight. That one little Bunker was Margy.