The steam did make a shrill whistling sound.
The wagon was out in front of Aunt Jo's house now, and suddenly Mun Bun sniffed the air. He smelled something good.
"Oh, I know what it is!" he cried. "It's peanuts! The man is roasting peanuts and they whistles to tell him they're done. Don't you 'member, down at the corner by Daddy's office, home, there's a man an' he sells peanuts and they whistles."
"Oh, yes!" said Margy. "I 'members! I likes peanuts, too!"
"So do I!" said Mun Bun.
The man with the gold rings in his ears was stopping in front of Aunt Jo's house now. He smiled at the children, while the steam from the hot peanut-roaster made a louder whistling sound, and the man yelled:
"Hot peanuts, five cents a bag!"
"Oh, I wish we had some!" sighed Mun Bun.
"So do I," added his sister. "Have you five cents, Mun Bun?"
"Nope! Has you five cents, Margy?"