same thing they were told not to
do.

"I wish I'd had a ride with you," said Margy, as her little brother,
after the policeman had gone, told what had happened.

"Well, I don't!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker.

So Mun Bun got safely back home again, and the rest of the day his
mother saw to it that he played in the yard and around the house with
his brothers and sisters.

"Did anybody ever come for the pocketbook and the sixty-five dollars?"
asked Rose one day, after breakfast, when the six little Bunkers were
wondering what to do to have fun.

"No, we haven't yet found an owner," said her father. "But there is time
enough yet."

"And you didn't find my doll that the balloons took away, did you?"

"Not yet, Rose. I'm afraid Lily is gone forever," answered her mother.
"Some day I'll get you a new doll."

"Yes; but she wouldn't be Lily," said Rose, and she felt quite bad about
what had happened.

Out in the yard went the children to play. Russ was making what he said
was going to be a kite, and Laddie and Violet were playing in the sand.
Rose was watching Parker bake a cake and Margy and Mun Bun walked up and
down the porch, pulling two little rubber dolls in a thread box, which
they pretended was a big automobile.

Pretty soon, down the street came a two-wheeled cart, pushed by a man
who had gold rings in his ears, and the cart made a cheerful whistling
sound.

"Oh, listen!" cried Mun Bun.

"It's like a choo-choo car!" said Margy.

"Let's go and look at it!" cried Mun Bun.

"All right," agreed his sister.

Leaving the thread-box automobile and the two little dolls on the porch,
the two small children ran down to the front gate to look at the
whistling wagon.

CHAPTER XV

LADDIE'S FUNNY RIDDLE

"Doesn't it make a nice noise?" asked Mun Bun of Margy.

"Terrible nice," agreed the little girl. "What makes it?"

Mun Bun looked at the whistling wagon. It was, as I have said, a
two-wheeled cart, and was pushed by a man who had gold rings in his
ears. His face was very dark, too, but he smiled pleasantly at the
children.

"It's a teakettle, that's what makes it," said Mun Bun, as he looked.
"See the steam coming out, just like it does out of the kettle in
Parker's kitchen," and he pointed to something on one end of the cart.

This something looked like a little stove, and the children could see
the glow of fire in one end of it. And, as Mun Bun had said, steam was
coming from what seemed to be a sp