t it, and then it can't hurt
anybody."

"That's a good idea," said Mr. Bunker, "You can't be too careful about
Fourth of July things. I'll be at home with you and the other children on
that day, to see that you don't get hurt."

"Are you sure Grandma Bell wouldn't like to have us bring some shooting
things down to her?" asked Russ.

"Oh, yes, I am very sure," answered his father with a laugh. "Grandma Bell
doesn't like much noise. We'll have our Fourth before we go."

"That'll be fun!" said Russ, and he went on whittling at his cannon. His
father did not really believe the little boy could make one, but Russ was
always doing something; either whistling or making some toy.

At supper they talked about the fun they would have at Grandma Bell's. It
was quite a long trip in the train, and they would be all night in the
cars.

"And that'll be fun!" cried Russ. "We can all of us sleep when the train
is going along."

"Can we, Daddy?" asked Laddie. "Really?"

"Oh, yes, they have sleeping-cars," said Mr. Bunker.

"Do the cars sleep?" asked Laddie, his eyes opening wide in surprise. "Oh,
that's funny--a sleeping-car. And--and----Say! maybe I can think up a
riddle about a sleeping-car," he added.

"You'd better think about drinking your milk, and getting good and fat,
with rosy cheeks, so Grandma Bell will like to kiss them," said Mother
Bunker with a laugh. "Don't think so much about riddles or sleeping-cars."

"Maybe I can think of a riddle with a sleeping-car in it and some milk,
too," said Laddie.

"Perhaps you can!" laughed Daddy Bunker. "A cow in a sleeping-car would do
for that."

After the children had gone to bed--each one eager to dream about Grandma
Bell--Mr. and Mrs. Bunker sat up and talked about what was to be done.

"It's too bad about those papers the tramp took in the old coat," said
Mrs. Bunker.

"Yes, I am sorry to lose them," said her husband. "But perhaps the tramp
may be found, and I may get them back."

Russ, Rose, and all the rest of the six little Bunkers got up early next
morning.

"Is It Fourth of July yet?" asked Munroe.

"No, not yet, Mun Bun," answered Rose with a laugh. "But it soon will
be--in a few days."

"I'm going to finish my cannon," said Russ.

"Come on!" called Laddie to his twin sister Vi. "Let's go down and dig a
hole in the sand pile."

"What for?" she asked. Violet hardly ever did anything without first
asking a question about it.

"Huh?"

"What for we di