ened to see Margy leaning
up against Rose. And the mother noticed that her littlest girl's face
was very white. Rose, too, seemed frightened.

"Oh, I'm sure Margy is ill!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "She has ridden too
much! Oh, Charles! Have them stop the machine!"

"It's stopping now," he said. He, too, had noticed the paleness of
Margy's face.

Slowly the merry-go-round came to a stop, but even before it had
altogether ceased moving Daddy Bunker had jumped on and hurried to where
Rose sat holding Margy.

"Oh, Daddy!" exclaimed Rose, "she says she feels terribly bad."

"What's the matter with Daddy's little girl?" asked Mr. Bunker, as he
took Margy in his arms and started to get off the machine. "Did you
become frightened?"

"Oh, no! No, Daddy!" answered Margy in a weak voice. "But I feel funny
right here," and she put her hand on her stomach. "And my head hurts and
I feel dizzy--and--and----"

Then poor little Margy's head fell back and her eyes closed. She was too
ill to talk any more.

CHAPTER XXIV

ROSE FINDS HER DOLL

"Take her out in the air," said one of the men in charge of the
merry-go-round, as he saw Mr. Bunker carrying Margy across the floor.
"They often feel a bit faint from riding too much, or from the motion.
The air makes 'em all right. Take her right down to the beach. That
would be best, I think."

"I will," said Mr. Bunker.

Tenderly he looked down at the little white face on his arm. Mrs. Bunker
and Aunt Jo looked worried, as they hurried after Mr. Bunker, and Rose
and Russ, who, with Violet, Mun Bun and Laddie had gotten off the
merry-go-round, followed through the crowd.

"What's the matter? What is it? Was any one hurt?" asked several
persons.

"No, it's only a little girl sort of fainted," a policeman said, and
that was really what had happened to Margy.

"The fresh air down by the beach will bring her around all right," said
the man who had first spoken to Mr. Bunker. "I'll look around for a
doctor, if you like."

"Oh, I don't think she is as badly off as that," replied Margy's father.
"As you say, the fresh air will bring her around."

So the six little Bunkers, with Margy being carried by her daddy, went
down near the water. The merry-go-round was not far from the bathing
pavilion where they had left their clothes when they went in swimming
during the morning.

At the cashier's desk was a young lady, who gave out the tickets and
took charge of watches, jewelry, mone