not
have to pretend very hard that her pet was soon in slumberland.
"Now I'm going to put her to bed," she whispered, and, walking down to the
end of the car ("where it'll be quiet," the little girl said to herself),
she laid the doll, wrapped in a shawl, down in the deep corner of the
seat.
The afternoon wore on. The little Bunkers looked at their picture
books--taking turns--and again gazed out of the window. Rose thought her
doll had slept long enough, so she walked down to the end of the car to
get her pet.
The little girl came back with a bundle in her arms, and, sitting down
beside her mother, began unwrapping the shawl.
And then something very queer happened. There was a tiny little cry, and
the bundle in Rose's arms moved! The little girl cried:
"Oh, Mother, look! Look, Mother! My dollie has come alive! It has turned
into a real, live baby! Look! Oh, Mother!"
CHAPTER X
THE WRONG DADDY
Mrs. Bunker turned from her paper to look down at what Rose held in her
arms. And, to the surprise of the children's mother, she saw that her
little girl held, not a doll, that could open and close her eyes, but a
real, live baby, which was kicking and squirming in its blankets, and
wrinkling up its tiny face, making ready to cry.
"Oh, Rose!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "What have you done?"
"I--I--didn't do anything!" Rose answered. "But my doll turned into a live
baby!"
"Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "You have--you have----"
And just then, down at the other end of the car, a woman's voice cried:
"Oh, my baby! My baby! Where is my baby? This is only a doll!"
At once the car was a scene of great confusion. Mr. Bunker ran to where
Rose and her mother sat, Rose still holding the live baby. The other
little Bunkers wondered what had happened.
At the other end of the car a woman rushed frantically along, holding out
a doll.
"Look! Look!" she cried. "Somebody took my dear baby and left this doll!
Oh, conductor, stop the train!"
Daddy Bunker seemed to be the first
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.