doing here?"

But by this time the young fellow had jerked open the outer door, and
now he darted out and almost dived down the snowy steps.

"Oh, Mother!" cried Mun Bun, "he's forgot his coat and cap and scarf. I
wanted him to wear mine because he was so cold and snowed on."

"And he could have had mine, too," declared Margy quite as earnestly.

"What do these tots mean?" gasped Aunt Jo, holding up both hands.

But Mother Bunker, who understood her little Bunkers very well indeed,
in a flash knew all about it. She cried:

"The poor boy! Bring him back! He did look cold and wet."

"Oh, he's just a tramp," objected Aunt Jo.

"He's poor, Josephine, and unfortunate," answered Mother Bunker, as
though that settled all question as to what they should do about the
colored boy.

Russ Bunker had already got his cap and mackinaw. He darted out of the
house, down the steps, and followed the shuffling figure of the colored
boy, now all but hidden by the fast-driving snow. How it did snow, to be
sure!

"Say! Wait a minute!" Russ called, and caught the strange youth by the
elbow.