out of at barns, and such
places, I suppose. They are like the boxes in a post office, only
larger. Come, I'll show them to you."

As this would keep Margy in the shade a while longer, Mrs. Bunker said
the children could go with Mary and look at her "office."

"My daddy's got an office," said Rose. "It's a real estate office."

"Well, mine is different from that," Mary said.

They went with her to look. As it was rather soon after the dinner hour,
not many persons were in bathing, and the compartments or "pigeonholes"
were not all filled. In some, however, were the envelopes in which
people sealed their watches, rings and other valuables.

The six little Bunkers were quite pleased at seeing Mary Turner's
office, and the "policeman" who was on guard so no one would come in and
take the envelopes.

"Did some one leave that when they went in bathing?" asked Mr. Bunker
with a smile, as he pointed to something in one of the pigeonholes.

"Oh, no," answered Mary with a smile. "That's mine. It's a doll, and I
brought it with me to-day, thinking I would have time to make a new
dress for it, and give it to a little girl I know. I don't play with
dolls any more, though I used to like them very much, and I still like
to make dresses for them. But I've been rather busy this morning,
helping Mr. Barton, who owns the bathing pavilion, so I didn't get time
to do any sewing."

As she spoke she took down the doll, and held it out for Margy and the
others to see. And, as Rose looked at it, she exclaimed:

"Oh, look! Why--why, that's Lily! That's my doll that went up in the
airship! That's Lily!"

"It can't be, Rose!" said her mother.

"Yes, it is!" insisted the little girl, as she took the doll from her
sister's hand. "Look! Don't you 'member where there was a cut in her and
her sawdust insides ran out and Aunt Jo sewed up the place with red
thread?" and Rose turned the doll over and showed where, surely enough,
the doll was sewed with red thread.

"Is that really your doll?" asked Mary, and there was a queer look on
her face.

"It really is," said Rose Bunker. "I sent her up in a basket and there
was a lot of balloons tied to it. I called it an airship and it got
loose and Lily went away up in the sky, and I couldn't get her down."

"I said she'd come down," cried Russ, "'cause I knew the balloons
couldn't stay up forever. But we looked for the doll and couldn't find
her."

"Did she drop out of the airship?" asked Ros