"And you didn't find my doll that the balloons took away, did you?"
"Not yet, Rose. I'm afraid Lily is gone forever," answered her mother. "Some day I'll get you a new doll."
"Yes; but she wouldn't be Lily," said Rose, and she felt quite bad about what had happened.
Out in the yard went the children to play. Russ was making what he said was going to be a kite, and Laddie and Violet were playing in the sand. Rose was watching Parker bake a cake and Margy and Mun Bun walked up and down the porch, pulling two little rubber dolls in a thread box, which they pretended was a big automobile.
Pretty soon, down the street came a two-wheeled cart, pushed by a man who had gold rings in his ears, and the cart made a cheerful whistling sound.
"Oh, listen!" cried Mun Bun.
"It's like a choo-choo car!" said Margy.
"Let's go and look at it!" cried Mun Bun.
"All right," agreed his sister.
Leaving the thread-box automobile and the two little dolls on the porch, the two small children ran down to the front gate to look at the whistling wagon.