down. But the funny part of it
was that his head did not show. And yet it wasn't so funny either, just
then, though they all laughed about it afterward.

"Oh, what has happened to him?" cried Mrs. Bunker as she rushed across
the grass. Aunt Jo was beside her, and Rose, Vi, Margy and the three
other girls followed.

"Mun Bun! Mun Bun!" called his mother, as she came closer to him. "What
are you doing?"

"Oh, my head's in a hole! It's in a hole, and I can't get it out!"
sobbed the little fellow. And, just as Margy had said, his voice did
sound strange--as if it came from the cellar.

"Don't be afraid. I see what has happened," said Aunt Jo. "Mun Bun isn't
hurt, and I can get him out of the hole."

"And can you get his head out, too?" asked Vi.

"Oh, yes, his head and--everything," said Aunt Jo. "I see what he has
done. He has taken the cover off the lawn-drain, and stuck his head down
in it, though why he did it I don't know."

"He's trying to get some of our marbles," explained Margy, as Aunt Jo
and Mother Bunker hurried to the side of Mun Bun. "The marbles rolled
down the hole in the yard and Mun Bun said he could get 'em back. So he
stuck down his head, and now he can't get it up."

"I wonder why?" said Mother Bunker.

"It's on account of his ears," said Aunt Jo, who had her hands on the
head of Mun Bun now. "They stick out so they catch on the side and
edges of the hole. But I'll hold them back for him."

She slipped her thin fingers down into the hole, on either side of Mun
Bun's head. Then she raised up his head, and out of the hole it came.

Mun Bun's face was very red--standing on his head as he had been almost
doing, had sent the blood there. His face was red, and it was dirty, for
he had been crying.

"Now you're all right!" said Aunt Jo, kissing him.

"Don't cry any more!" went on Mother Bunker, as she clasped the little
boy in her arms. Mun Bun soon stopped sobbing.

"I see how it all happened," went on Aunt Jo. "In the middle of my lawn
is a drain-pipe to let the water run off when too much of it rains down.
Over the hole in the pipe is an iron grating, like a big coffee
strainer. This strainer keeps the leaves, sticks and stones out of the
pipe. But the holes are large enough for marbles to roll down, I
suppose."

"Some of my marbles rolled down the holes, and so did some of Margy's,"
explained Mun Bun. "That is, they wasn't our marbles, but _she_ let us
take 'em," and he pointed to Mabel