"I think you have eaten all the candy that is good for you now, Mun Bun," said Mother Bunker.
"No," said Mun Bun earnestly. "Not tandy. Pep'mint for ache," and he rubbed himself about midway of his body very suggestively.
"Mun Bun! are you ill?" demanded his mother anxiously. "Are you in pain, you poor baby?"
He explained then that he did not need the "pep'mint"; but knowing that Mother Bunker sometimes gave it to him when he had pain, he said he thought the man up the aisle would like some for the same reason.
"Better ask him," suggested Daddy Bunker, who had noted the unhappy face of the fat man.
Mun Bun did this. He asked the man very politely if he needed "pep'mint." But all the cross passenger said was:
"Go on away! You are a nuisance!"
So Mun Bun went back to daddy and mother in rather a subdued way, for he was not used to being treated so. Mun Bun liked to make friends wherever he went.
Perhaps the fat man was the only person in the car who was glad when the Bunker children went to bed. He went into the smoking room while his own berth was being made up, and when he came back to the berths, daddy and mother, as well as most of the other passengers, had retired. The car was soon after that pretty quiet.
Russ and Laddie were in the upper berth over daddy and Mun Bun. The boys in the upper berth had been asleep for some little time when Russ woke up—oh, quite wide awake!