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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Don't pick up any more stray dogs or cats, Margy, my dear." "This one came to me," said the little girl. "I loved him, I did, but now he is gone." However there was so much new to see and talk about down at the seashore that Margy soon forgot about her little troubles.
"He won't say anything," said Mun Bun briskly. "For he won't see it. And now, Margy, we can throw the corn to those gooseys and ganders much better. See!" He grabbed a handful of shelled corn out of the dish and scattered it as far as he could toward the flock. At once the gray birds became interested. They stretched their long necks and the big gander uttered a questioning "honk!"
She had not thrown out all the corn, but as she turned away a few kernels scattered from the dish. Instantly the gander saw this. With a long hiss he started after the two children, and many of his flock kept right behind their leader. "Oh! Come quick, Mun Bun!" gasped Margy. Mun Bun seized her hand. As they ran up the slope the corn scattered from the dish.
And then she saw Margy straggling along at the rear, all by herself. Margy had lagged behind to pick buttercups and daisies. "Come, Margy! Come on!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "You'll get lost." "Doesn't she look cute in her red coat?" asked Rose.
"The wind often howls that way in winter. And now come over where it's warmer, and I'll get you all some bread and jam. You must be hungry, aren't you?" "I am," said Mun Bun. "I went to get some cakes in the depot, and I " "Yes, and he pulled over the whole bowl full and it broke," said Margy, interrupting Mun Bun's story. "And the man was awful mad!"
You can buy things to eat, as well as things to wear, without going into a store. A big shed over the top keeps off the rain. As the Bunker family hastened on, Margy, who had been walking with Rose, let go of her sister's hand and cried: "Oh, look at the little kittie! I want to rub the little kittie!" A small cat had crawled out from under one stand and was walking along the street.
"Grandma Bell can take care of the ram." The ram, which had big, curving horns, walked toward Margy, now and then stopping to stamp his foot or give a loud: "Baa-a-a-a!" "What's he saying?" asked Vi. "Never mind what he's saying," said Mrs. Bunker. "Run! Don't stop to ask questions." "I guess the ram's saying he doesn't like red coats," put in Russ.
Margy had wiggled herself all the way inside the bundle, which was not wrapped very tightly. It was big enough to hold her, and neither her feet nor her head stuck out of either end. The bundle had been put on the porch with the trunks, and Margy found it easy to crawl into it after her ball, which, with other toys of the children, had been put in the bundle at the last minute.
"A wubber ball," guessed Mun Bun, coming from the window against the panes of which the snow was now beating rapidly. "No," Laddie said. "A coupé!" exclaimed Violet. "Huh! No!" said her twin in disdain. Margy asked if he meant a kittie.
"I like clams better than cookies," remarked Margy. "I mean I like to eat cookies, but I like to dig clams." "You can't dig cookies," said Mun Bun. "You could dig one if you dropped yours in the sand," returned his sister. "Yes, you could do that," agreed the little boy. "But it would be all sand, and it wouldn't be good to eat." "I don't guess it would. We'll just dig clams.
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