the other four little Bunkers to wonder at and say:
"Oh!" and "Ah!"
After a while, though, they grew less excited, and sat in the big, deep
seats more quietly, looking at the trees and telegraph poles that seemed
to rush by so swiftly. There were a few other passengers in the
sleeping-car--that is, it would be a sleeping-car when the berths were
made up--and for a time the children looked at the men and women who were
traveling.
"I wonder if they have any Grandma Bell to go to?" asked Vi of her mother.
"Oh, yes, I suppose so," was the answer, for Mrs. Bunker was busy reading,
and hardly knew what she said.
"Are they going to our Grandma Bell's?" asked Vi quickly.
"To our Grandma Bell's? No, I don't suppose that!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker,
realizing that Vi was surprised. "But they have some place to go."
"I don't believe they have any place as nice as our Grandma Bell's house,"
went on Vi. "When'll we get there, Mother? Do you know?"
"Oh, not for a long while. Now please don't ask so many questions, Vi. I
want to read. Look out of the window."
Vi did for a little while. Then she turned to her father and asked:
"How many telegraph poles are there?"
"Oh, I don't know," he answered. Then, knowing that once Vi started to ask
questions she would never stop, he bought her a picture book from the
train boy.
"I want a book, too," demanded Laddie.
"So do I," said Margy.
"Here! Give 'em each one!" exclaimed Mr. Bunker with a laugh. "Maybe that
will keep 'em quiet until bedtime."
"I don't want a book now, thank you," said Rose. "I'm going to get my doll
to sleep." She had brought with her the largest doll she owned, almost as
large, it was, as herself, and this she held in her arms as she sat in the
seat away from the others, as the car was not crowded.
Five little Bunkers sat looking at the picture books Daddy Bunker had
bought them. Mr. and Mrs. Bunker were reading papers and Rose was getting
her doll to "sleep." The doll did really shut its eyes, so Rose did
Notka biograficzna
Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.