six little Bunkers and their father and mother.

"And now we can sit back and draw our breaths," said Mrs. Bunker. "My, I
never saw such a hungry lot of children! Now sit still, all of you,
until I 'count noses.' I want to see if you're really all here."

She began at Russ, and went to Rose, to Violet, to Laddie, and to Margy,
and then Mrs. Bunker suddenly cried:

"Why, you're not Mun Bun! Where is Mun Bun? You are not my little boy!"

And, surely enough, there was a mix-up. For in the seat where Mun Bun
had been sitting was a strange little boy. He was about as big as Mun
Bun, but he was not one of the six little Bunkers.

Where was Mun Bun?

CHAPTER V

MARGY'S CRAWL

Mother Bunker looked at the strange little boy. And the strange little
boy looked at Mother Bunker.

"Where did you come from?" asked Mr. Bunker.

"Over there, and I'm hungry!" said the little fellow. "I'm terrible
hungry, 'cause I didn't have no breakfast yet. Has you got any
breakfast?" and he looked at each plate in turn, for the waiter had put
plates in front of each of the Bunkers. "No, you hasn't anything to eat,
either. I guess I'll go back," and he started to slip down from his
chair. He was sitting between Violet and Margy.

"Wait a minute, my little man," said Daddy Bunker with a smile. "Don't
run away so fast. You might get lost. Who are you and where do you
live?"

"I live away far off," answered the strange boy. "My name is Tommie, and
I come in a ship and I'm going out West, and I'm hungry!"

"Oh, maybe he's lost!" exclaimed Russ.

"I'm sure Mun Bun is!" said Mrs. Bunker. "Oh, where can he be? He was in
his chair a minute ago, and then I looked to see what else I wanted to
order to eat, but when I looked up there was this strange boy, and Mun
Bun was gone. Oh, I hope he hasn't gone into the street!" and she looked
toward the door of the restaurant.

Mun Bun was not in sight, and Mr. Bunker got up from his chair to make a
search. The strange boy who had said his name was Tommie, looked about
hungrily.

Just as Mrs. Bunker was going to call a waiter, and ask about Mun Bun,
there came a cry from another table at the far end of the restaurant. It
was the voice of a woman, and she said:

"Oh, that isn't Tommie! Where is he? Where is Tommie?"

"I guess that explains the mystery," said Mr. Bunker with a smile. "The
two boys are mixed up. We have Tommie--whatever his other name is--at
our table, and Mun Bun must have