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"We just ought to have a Christmas tree of our own," Margy said to Mun Bun. "I know where we can get a tree, and we'll beg some wreaths and trimming from that nice colored man there." "We can't," said Mun Bun, somewhat despondently. "We isn't got a house to put the tree in. And we had the Christmas tree last time in the house." "I've found a house," whispered Margy. "But don't you tell anybody."
Major shall never hear a word more about the matter. He'll agree like a shot. The chief's not going to prosecute, you see; so neither Mrs. Major nor you ever will hear a word more. George, we've done it! Done it! You've got your Mary and I've got my Margy!" With swelling bosoms, staring eyes, upon this tremendous happening the two young men clasped hands; stood heavily breathing.
Do you think you can do it and save Mun Bun and Margy from getting a scolding?" Rose cried. "We'll see, lil' Miss. Shouldn't wonder," and the gardener went to work at once. Meanwhile Bobo sat on his haunches and mournfully looked at what was going on. His red eyes had a very sad expression and his drooping ears made him look, so Rose said, more mournful still.
"But I got my kittie!" said the little girl. By this time quite a crowd had gathered around the six little Bunkers and their father and mother. Margy still sat on the sidewalk, with the kitten in her lap, petting and rubbing it. "Come! We must hurry!" exclaimed Mr. Bunker. "We may miss the boat. Get up, Margy. Rose, you help your mother dust Margy off, and then we must hurry."
Only this water isn't salt, like that down in the ocean at Cousin Tom's," he added. "It's a good thing it isn't salt, or you couldn't drink it," said Rose, as she wiped the water drops off Mun Bun with her handkerchief. "Now come on back to your seats," she went on. "I guess I'd better take you alone first, Margy. Then I'll come back for you, Mun Bun.
"It sounded," said Daddy Bunker, afterward, "like that Mother Goose story, where the fire begins to burn the stick, the stick begins to beat the dog, the dog begins to chase the pig and the old lady got home before midnight." "What is the matter?" asked Cousin Tom, who had stopped greeting the six little Bunkers to look at Margy and the dog, and listen to the screaming of the woman on the train.
And as he puffed up, steering this way and that so as not to run on sand bars, he heard, faintly, the cries of Margy and Mun Bun. Having good ears, and knowing the cries must be near him, Mr. Burnett looked about.
Dear, dear! poor Margy, so strong as she was only last Saturday, and dead! Poor Margy, poor dear we was always friendly" here she wiped away a tear "as good a soul as ever breathed! That she was, though she did die like that; but she never had a chance, and went to the bad all on account of him.
"Merry Christmas!" he called to Russ, Rose and the others. "Merry Christmas!" they answered. Mun Bun and Margy, who had been making a little snow man all by themselves, stopped their play and walked toward the house. "Where are you going?" asked Russ. "I'm going to ask Grandma for a cookie," explained Mun Bun. "I'm hungry." "So'm I," added Margy. "Don't eat before dinner," advised Rose.
Rose, Violet, Margy and Mun Bun came running out to see what it all meant. "Did you find my gold locket?" asked Rose eagerly. "No, my dear, we didn't find that," her father answered. "Did you get my doll back from the bottom of the ocean?" Violet called. "Well, we pretty nearly did," answered Russ. "Anyhow, we got you one I guess maybe you'll like as well."
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