to understand what had happened. He
hurried to Rose, and tenderly lifted up the little baby, which was now
crying hard. Perhaps it knew that something had happened, or perhaps it
was hungry.
"Here is your baby, madam," said Mr. Bunker to the woman. "And I guess you
have my little girl's doll. It's just a mix-up--just a great, big mistake.
Here is your baby!"
The woman, whose face showed delight now instead of fear and worry,
clasped her baby in her arms, first handing the doll to Mr. Bunker.
"Oh, my baby! My precious!" she crooned, pressing her face close to the
child. "I thought some one had taken you!"
"I--I guess I took up your baby for my doll," put in Rose. "I laid my doll
down in a seat at the end of the car so she would go to sleep nice and
quiet."
"That's just what I did with my baby," said the woman.
"And then I went to get my doll, and I thought she'd come to life," went
on Rose.
"The seats where the baby and doll were must have been right next to one
another," said Mrs. Bunker. "That's how Rose picked up your little one in
mistake for her doll."
"I suppose so," the baby's mother answered with a smile. "Well, it has all
come out right, I'm glad to say. But at first I was dreadfully
frightened."
"It was a queer mistake," said Mr. Bunker. "Rose put her doll down to
sleep in the seat right next to where the live baby was sleeping. And the
seats looked so much alike, and Rose's doll was in a white shawl, just
like the real baby, so that's how it happened."
"And the baby is such a little one, and Rose's doll is so big, that no
wonder she didn't know the difference until she saw the real baby open its
eyes," went on Mother Bunker. "Well, it was a funny happening."
The other passengers laughed and talked about it, and so did the six
little Bunkers. Then it was time to go into the dining-car for supper,
after which the berths would be made up, so those who wished could go to
bed.
The children were all sleepy, for they had gotten up early, so they
hurrie
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.