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.