r were reading papers and Rose was getting
her doll to "sleep." The doll did really shut its eyes, so Rose did not
have to pretend very hard that her pet was soon in slumberland.

"Now I'm going to put her to bed," she whispered, and, walking down to the
end of the car ("where it'll be quiet," the little girl said to herself),
she laid the doll, wrapped in a shawl, down in the deep corner of the
seat.

The afternoon wore on. The little Bunkers looked at their picture
books--taking turns--and again gazed out of the window. Rose thought her
doll had slept long enough, so she walked down to the end of the car to
get her pet.

The little girl came back with a bundle in her arms, and, sitting down
beside her mother, began unwrapping the shawl.

And then something very queer happened. There was a tiny little cry, and
the bundle in Rose's arms moved! The little girl cried:

"Oh, Mother, look! Look, Mother! My dollie has come alive! It has turned
into a real, live baby! Look! Oh, Mother!"

CHAPTER X

THE WRONG DADDY

Mrs. Bunker turned from her paper to look down at what Rose held in her
arms. And, to the surprise of the children's mother, she saw that her
little girl held, not a doll, that could open and close her eyes, but a
real, live baby, which was kicking and squirming in its blankets, and
wrinkling up its tiny face, making ready to cry.

"Oh, Rose!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "What have you done?"

"I--I--didn't do anything!" Rose answered. "But my doll turned into a live
baby!"

"Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "You have--you have----"

And just then, down at the other end of the car, a woman's voice cried:

"Oh, my baby! My baby! Where is my baby? This is only a doll!"

At once the car was a scene of great confusion. Mr. Bunker ran to where
Rose and her mother sat, Rose still holding the live baby. The other
little Bunkers wondered what had happened.

At the other end of the car a woman rushed frantically along, holding out
a doll.

"Look! Look!" she cried. "Somebody took my dear baby and left this doll!
Oh, conductor, stop the train!"

Daddy Bunker seemed to be the first to understand what had happened. He
hurried to Rose, and tenderly lifted up the little baby, which was now
crying hard. Perhaps it knew that something had happened, or perhaps it
was hungry.

"Here is your baby, madam," said Mr. Bunker to the woman. "And I guess you
have my little girl's doll. It's just a mix-up--just a great, big m