me a new knife. I want a knife a lot. My old one's no good."

Then the boy told of having seen the doll bounce out of the automobile
as it went past his house. He had called, but the machine made such a
noise, and the six little Bunkers were probably talking so much, that no
one heard the lad.

So he picked up Sue from the road and hurried on after the car.

"And I never want to lose you again," said Rose, as she hugged her doll
close in her arms.

Mr. Bunker and Mr. Mead got back into the auto, and they set off again,
Rose and the children waving good-bye to the boy, who stood near his
bicycle, looking at the silver quarter in his hand.

"Why'd you give the boy a quarter, Daddy?" asked Vi. But that was one
question too many from Vi, and her father did not explain.

A little later the Bunkers reached the railroad station, without losing
anything more, and they were soon on their way to take the boat for
Boston.

They had had much fun in Maine, at Lake Sagatook, but just as good times
were ahead of them, they all felt.

It was evening when they went aboard the big steamer that was to take
them to Boston. The children were rather tired from the day's journey in
automobile and train.

"I guess we'll all be glad to get into our little beds," said Mother
Bunker, as they went to their staterooms, there being two, one next to
the other. "Now let me count noses, to make sure you're all here," she
went on. "Russ, Rose, Laddie, Vi, Mun Bun--Where is Margy?" she suddenly
cried, as she missed the little girl. "Margy isn't here! Where is she?"

It was true. Margy wasn't with the other little Bunkers. There were only
five in sight!

CHAPTER IV

IN BOSTON

Daddy Bunker and Mother Bunker were used to having things happen to the
six little Bunkers. Not that they liked to have things happen--that is,
unpleasant things--but the father and the mother knew they could not
travel around with half a dozen children and not find a bit of trouble
now and then.

And now trouble had come! Margy was not to be found!

"I'm sure she came on the boat with us," said Daddy Bunker.

"Yes, I know that," said his wife, as she looked quickly around the
deck. "I saw her with the rest not a minute ago."

"Then where can she have gone?" asked Mr. Bunker. "As the steamer has
not moved away from the dock, maybe she ran back to shore to get
something, or look at something."

"Why'd Margy go away?" asked Vi.

"Margy is too little t