“Oh, you dear, foolish little boy!” cried his mother, gathering him up in her arms and kissing and hugging him, dirty as he was. “Don’t you know bones don’t grow?” she asked.
“Oh, don’t they?” asked Mun Bun, in surprise.
“Of course not!” chimed in Russ. “Only seeds grow.”
“Um,” remarked Mun Bun, his face all rosy where his mother had kissed him. “Den I plant to-morrer some bird seed.”
“Why bird seed?” asked Daddy Bunker.
“So some birds will grow,” Mun Bun answered.
Then how the other Bunkers laughed, especially Daddy and Mother Bunker and Rose and Russ, for they saw what a mistake Mun Bun was making! Margy, Laddie and Violet laughed also, but more because the others did. And then Mun Bun laughed himself.
“I’m hungry!” he announced.
“Maybe if you plant a knife and fork and plate you’ll get something to eat!” chuckled Russ.
They had many a good laugh over the queer garden bed Mun Bun made when he thought that if you planted bones a plant would spring up with more bones on for Jimsie, the dog. Then they all went in to supper.