“Aren’t you afraid you’ll spoil your appetites for dinner by eating now?” asked Daddy Bunker. “It’s eleven o’clock, and we’ll have lunch about noon.”
“I guess I can eat again,” said Russ.
“So can I.” “And I!” cried the others.
“Bless their hearts!” laughed the motherly Mrs. Armstrong.
While the auto engine was cooling the children ran about and played tag. Rose thought perhaps her mother and Norah might come past in the touring car, but Adam said they had probably taken a shorter way, over a back road.
“I couldn’t go that way because the truck is so heavy,” he explained. “I have to stick to the hard highways. But we’ll meet your mother in Westfield.”
“Oh, come on out and see what I found!” cried Margy, running around the corner of the house.
“What is it?” asked Mun Bun.
“A lot of little pigs in a pen, and they squeal like anything!” Margy answered.
“Oh, I want to see the pigs! Maybe I can make up a riddle about ’em!” cried Laddie.