ore about the
queer secret.

As for Rose, who shared part of the secret with him, she was taking
Margy and Mun Bun to get a drink.

"Ladies first," said Rose to her little brother, when he would have
reached for the cup she filled. "Ladies first, Mun Bun. Let Margy have a
drink before you."

"Does her doll have to drink, too?" asked Mun Bun. "Is she a lady?"

"She just makes believe drink," said Margy. "I'll give you the cup as
soon as I take some, Munny Bunny." Sometimes Margy called her little
brother that for fun.

Margy was very thirsty, and wanted two cups of water. But then the cup
was not a very large one. Next Mun Bun had to have some, and he tried to
drink three cupfuls. But the last one was a little too much for him,
and he spilled part of it on himself.

"But I don't care," he said. "It's only like when it rains, or when the
water splashes on you when you go in bathing. Only this water isn't
salt, like that down in the ocean at Cousin Tom's," he added.

"It's a good thing it isn't salt, or you couldn't drink it," said Rose,
as she wiped the water drops off Mun Bun with her handkerchief. "Now
come on back to your seats," she went on. "I guess I'd better take you
alone first, Margy. Then I'll come back for you, Mun Bun. The train is
so jiggily I can't lead you both."

The cars were indeed swaying, for the train was going faster now, and
around curves, which always makes it hard to walk along inside a railway
coach.

"Stay here, by the water tank, Mun Bun," said Rose. "I'll take Margy to
her seat, and then come back for you."

"All right," agreed the little boy. "I'll wait for you."

Now at this end of the car the train boy had left his basket, in which
were a number of toys, that he walked up and down the aisles with,
selling. He had left the basket there, in a vacant seat, while he went
back into the baggage-car to get a magazine for which a lady had asked
him.

Mun Bun saw the basket of toys. There were picture books, little dolls,
prettily colored boxes, jumping-jacks--things that fathers and mothers
might like to buy to amuse their children with on a long railway
journey.

"Oh!" exclaimed Mun Bun, as he turned and saw the train boy's basket of
toys. "Oh, my! I'm going to have something!"

Then Mun Bun, reaching in his hand, which was, of course, not right to
do, took something from the basket, slipped it around behind him, as he
saw Rose coming, and toddled up the aisle to meet her.