e eagerly.

"No, she came down with the 'airship,' as you call it," went on the
bathing-pavilion cashier. "She was in a basket when I found her. And
tied to the basket were some toy balloons. A few of them had burst, and
the gas had come out of the others, so that they were all flabby and
wouldn't keep the airship up any more. Then it came down, and it
happened to land right in the back yard of the place where I board, in
Boston.

"I saw it in the morning, when I went out to feed the pet cat, and I
brought the doll in. She was all wet, and her dress had come off. But I
carried her into the house and I've kept her ever since. I've been
intending to dress her and give her to a little girl, but I'm glad you
have her back," and she smiled at Rose.

"Oh, isn't it just wonderful!" cried the little girl. "To think I have
my own darling Lily back after her going up in the airship!"

CHAPTER XXV

THE POCKETBOOK OWNER

Indeed it was quite strange and wonderful, as they all agreed, that
Rose's doll had been found in such a curious way. Rose, herself, was
very happy, for, though the doll was not her "best" one, she liked it
very much indeed, and had felt sad at losing Lily.

"I'm glad the airship came down at your house," said Rose to Mary.

"And I'm glad I found her for you," said the cashier.

"'Cause," remarked Vi, "she might have fallen in a house where there was
a puppy dog, and he'd have bitten her and torn her dress. I wonder where
her dress went."

"Oh, I guess the wind blew it off," said Russ. "The wind is awful strong
up high in the air. Once it busted one of my kites."

"I guess that's how it happened," said Daddy Bunker. "The toy balloons
must have gone up very high, carrying your doll along, Rose."

"No. Lily didn't have on a dress that day. I was in an awful hurry, an'
I just wrapped a handkerchief around her. That blew away, I guess."

By this time Margy was feeling all right again, and after a little more
talk with Mary, the six little Bunkers went out to play on the sandy
beach, Rose carrying her doll.

"Oh, it's lovely at Nantasket Beach!" said Russ, as he and Laddie ran
about and waded in the shallow water. "Thank you, Aunt Jo, for bringing
us here."

"Oh, I'm enjoying it as much as you children are," said Daddy's sister.

But all things must come to an end, even picnics, and when the six
little Bunkers had done about everything they wanted to at the pleasure
resort it was time to take