gone down there," and he pointed to the
table where the woman had called for Tommie. There were five children at
this table, waiting for breakfast as the six little Bunkers were
waiting, and one of them was Mun Bun, as his mother could see. She ran
down the long room.

"Oh, Mun Bun!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "What made you go away? Why did you
come over here?" And she hurried to his chair and took him in her arms.

At the same time the boy who had called himself Tommie, slipped out of
his chair and hurried with Mrs. Bunker back to the table where the woman
who had called him sat.

"Now I guess the mix-up is straightened out," said Daddy Bunker with a
laugh. "Mun Bun slipped away, when we were not looking, and went to the
wrong table. At the same time a little boy from that table came to ours.
They just traded places."

"Like puss-in-the-corner," said Rose, who had followed her mother and
father to the other end of the room.

"That's it," agreed Daddy Bunker. "I'm sorry you were frightened about
your little boy," he went on to Tommie's mother. "We didn't know we had
him."

"And I didn't know I had yours," she said with a smile. "I have five
children, all girls but this one, and when I didn't see Tommie in his
place, but saw, instead, this strange little chap, I didn't know what
had happened."

"That's just the way I felt," said Mrs. Bunker. "I have six, and when we
travel it keeps me and their father busy looking after them."

"My husband isn't with me now," said the woman, who gave her name as
Mrs. Wilson. "But I expect to meet him at the station. We are going to
Asbury Park for the rest of the summer."

"We are going to Seaview," said Mrs. Bunker. "Perhaps we may meet you at
the shore."

"I hope so," said Mrs. Wilson, as Tommie slipped into the seat out of
which Mun Bun slid. "Now here comes your breakfast, children."

"Yes, and the waiter is bringing ours," said Mr. Bunker with a look over
toward his own table. "Come, Mother, and Mun Bun. You, too, Rose."

They said good-bye to Mrs. Wilson, and soon the six little Bunkers at
one table were eating waffles and maple syrup, and at the other table
the five little Wilsons were enjoying their meal.

"What made you go away, Mun Bun?" asked his mother, as she buttered
another waffle for him.

"I wanted to see if they had any shortcake down there," he explained. "I
wanted some like Vi did, and I went to another table to see. But there
wasn't have any," he added, g