Six Little Bunkers at Cousin Tom's by Laura Lee Hope
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angry.
"Yes," was the answer. "My Carlo ran off, just as it started, and I saw the little girl pick him up. Then I pulled the whistle-cord, and stopped the train. I just had to jump off and get my Carlo!" "Well, now that you have him, please get back on again," said the conductor. "We are late now, and must hurry." "I'm sorry I can't leave Carlo with you, for I'm sure you would love him," said the woman to Margy. "But I could not get along without him." Margy did not have time to answer, as the woman had to hurry back to the train. The conductor was waiting, watch in hand, for the train had stopped after it had started away from the station, and would be a few minutes late. And on a railroad a few minutes mean a great deal. "Oh, dear!" sighed Margy. "I had a little kittie and then I didn't have it. Then I had a little dog and now I haven't that, either! Oh, dear!" "Never mind," said Cousin Tom, as he patted the little girl on the head. "You can come down to the bungalow and play in the sand, and maybe you can find a starfish or something like that." "Oh, are there fish down in your ocean?" asked Russ. "Lots of 'em, if you can catch 'em," said Cousin Tom, laughing. "And is there any gold?" Laddie asked. |
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