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