"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 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),