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Soon Mun Bun and Margy, side by side, were having a fine sleep, and the train rumbled on. Margy's doll was perched up on the seat in front of her, and Margy said her doll was "sleeping" too. But this doll slept with her eyes open. Violet was looking at the picture book Laddie had finished with, and Laddie was trying to make a buzzer, as Russ had done.
"What is it?" asked Mrs. Bunker. "Margy's gone, and we can't find her, but we can hear her," explained Rose. She need not have said the last, for Margy was still screaming: "I want to get out! Take me out! It's terrible dark here!" "Oh, the poor child's in the nut cubby-hole!" cried Grandma Ford. "Of course it's dark there! Wait a minute, my dear, and I'll get you out," she said.
I thought maybe I'd want to shoot at a snow man me and Grandpa are going to make, so I kept the gun. Daddy can give the train boy a penny for it. I hid it in the seat. Then I saw Margy's doll on the seat in front, and she was asleep Margy was and I shot at the doll, but I didn't mean to make her fall." "Oh, dear! Such a boy!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "To take the gun without asking!
However, Grandma Bell and Mother Bunker saved some for daddy, so he had a chance to taste them, and he ate them at supper that night as he listened to the story of the ram and Margy's red coat. The next day, as Laddie, Russ and Rose were out in front of Grandma Bell's house, playing under the trees, they saw a farmer going down the road with a box under his arm.
"Yes, this time I have it!" replied Dick, and he held up to view Margy's lost doll. She had fallen into the soft snow, and was not hurt a bit. "Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Margy. After the snow had been brushed off the Japanese doll, Margy hugged her close in her arms. "I'm never, never, never going to lose you again!" cried the little girl.
We each have one all except Russ and Laddie, 'cause they're too big to play with dolls. But now Margy's is lost. But we've two more home, Margy, 'cause there were half a dozen in the box, and you can have one of them." "Don't want them!" exclaimed Margy. "I want my own doll that I had on the sled. Where is she?" And Margy cried harder than ever. "We'll look," said Dick.
"Margy's gone to get some cakes, 'cause we're going to have a soap-bubble party," explained Russ. "What makes so many pretty colors come in the bubbles, Mother?" asked Violet. "It is the light shining through, just as the sun shines through the water in the sky after the rain, making the rainbow." "Oh," said Violet.
"No, he can't get through the fence," her mother answered after a look around. "Don't be afraid." By this time Margy's grandmother had caught the little girl up in her arms, and was walking away from the ram. "I must cover your red coat up with my apron, and then the ram can't see it," said Grandma Bell. "It's the red color he doesn't like." "'Cause why?" asked Margy.
So, kneeling in a circle about the fire, the six little Bunkers, and the others, began to roast the candies. But Margy and Mun Bun did not have very good luck. They forgot to turn their marshmallows and they held them so close to the fire that they had accidents. "Oh, Mun Bun's candy is burning!" cried Rose. "And Margy's is on fire, too!" added Russ. "Oh, that's too bad!" cried Mother Bunker.
"Sure they do!" agreed Russ. "We'll bring more sugar, and we'll tell Mr. Hixon about it. I guess he'd like to give his sheep the things they like best. They like 'em to grow good and fat." The boys were so interested watching the sheep eat the sugar, that they forgot all about the ram that had seemed so angry because of Margy's red coat.
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