t the doll, but I didn't mean
to make her fall."

"Oh, dear! Such a boy!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "To take the gun without
asking! Here comes the boy now. You must give it back."

"Oh, let him keep it," said Grandpa Ford. "I'll buy it for him. We may
want to shoot the snow man," he said with a laugh.

So Mun Bun got his popgun after all, though, of course, he did not do
right in taking it from the train boy's basket. Nor was it quite right,
I suppose, to shoot Margy's doll. But Mun Bun was a very little boy.

However, the train boy was paid, some other toys were bought, and then,
as Grandpa Ford, some time later, looked from the train window, he
exclaimed:

"Ha! Here comes the snow! I think we are in for a big storm!"

And with great suddenness the train was, almost at once, shut in by a
cloud of white snowflakes, like a fog. The swirling white crystals were
blown all about, and tapped against the glass of the windows, as if they
wanted to come in where the six little Bunkers were. But the glass kept
them out.

"How is it out--cold?" asked Grandpa Ford of a brakeman who came in an
hour or so later, covered with white flakes.

"Very cold, sir, and growing more so. I'm afraid we'll run into a bad
storm before we reach Tarrington. It's snowing worse all the while."

And so it was.

"Is this the blizzard?" asked Violet.

"Pretty close to it," answered Grandpa Ford.

Just then the train gave a sudden jerk, rattling every one in his seat,
and came to a stop.

CHAPTER IX

AT TARRINGTON

"Are we there?" cried Laddie, as he slid out of his seat and turned to
Grandpa Ford. "Are we at Great Hedge?"

"Well, if we are, the train must have run into it, and got stuck fast,"
answered the old gentleman with a smile.

"What made it bump so?" asked Violet.

"I think we must have hit a snow bank, or else some of the rails and
switches are stopped up with snow," answered Daddy Bunker.

It was getting quite dark, because of the snow clouds outside, and the
electric lights of the train had been switched on. Every one in the car
where the Bunkers rode, and, I suppose, in each of the other cars of the
train, had been well shaken up when it stopped so suddenly. But no one
had really been hurt.

"Perhaps we had better see what it is," said Daddy Bunker to his
stepfather. "Perhaps the train can't go any farther, and we can't get to
Tarrington."

"Oh, can't we go to Grandpa's?" asked Rose, looking as if she could not