out.

"The steam whistles," said Mun Bun.

"Yes," agreed Margy. "I like it!"

The steam did make a shrill whistling sound.

The wagon was out in front of Aunt Jo's house now, and suddenly Mun Bun
sniffed the air. He smelled something good.

"Oh, I know what it is!" he cried. "It's peanuts! The man is roasting
peanuts and they whistles to tell him they're done. Don't you 'member,
down at the corner by Daddy's office, home, there's a man an' he sells
peanuts and they whistles."

"Oh, yes!" said Margy. "I 'members! I likes peanuts, too!"

"So do I!" said Mun Bun.

The man with the gold rings in his ears was stopping in front of Aunt
Jo's house now. He smiled at the children, while the steam from the hot
peanut-roaster made a louder whistling sound, and the man yelled:

"Hot peanuts, five cents a bag!"

"Oh, I wish we had some!" sighed Mun Bun.

"So do I," added his sister. "Have you five cents, Mun Bun?"

"Nope! Has you five cents, Margy?"

"No."

Mun Bun thought for a few seconds while the smiling Italian man, with
the whistling wagon, looked at the two little Bunkers hanging on Aunt
Jo's gate.

"Please go 'way!" said Mun Bun. "We hasn't got any five cents for your
hot peanuts."

"No gotta five cents?" asked the Italian.

"No," and Mun Bun shook his head.

"An' we like peanuts," added Margy. "If you've any left over you could
give us some."

"Hot peanuts--five a bag!" said the peddler in a sort of sing-song
voice.

"Please go 'way!" begged Mun Bun again. "They smells awful good, but we
hasn't got any five centies!"

"Maybe you go in th' house, li'l' boy, you get money," the Italian went
on.

Margy looked at Mun Bun and Mun Bun looked at Margy.

"Oh, maybe we could!" exclaimed the little girl eagerly. "Let's go an'
ask, Mun Bun!"

"All right!" said he. "We will!"

And they did. Into the room where Aunt Jo and Mother Bunker were sewing
burst the two children, out of breath from their run up the gravel
drive.

"Oh, Mother!" cried Mun Bun. "He wants five cents."

"An' he's got a whistlin' wagon!" added Margy.

"An' they smell awful good!" went on her brother.

"Come an' hear the whistle," begged the little girl.

"My goodness me!" cried Aunt Jo. "What is this all about?"

"It's hot peanuts--five a bag!" answered Mun Bun, in a sing-song voice
almost like the Italian's.

"But we haven't the five cents," added Margy. "An' we want some
peanuts."

"Well, I think you may have some," sa