“What’s in it, Margy?”
Before she could answer there came from within the box, the cover of which was fitted tightly on, a little yipping whine and bark.
“Oh, it’s a dog!” cried Mun Bun. “I want to see the dog!”
“Dog!” exclaimed Violet. “It must be a terribly little dog to be in a box like that.”
“Margy, what have you in the box?” asked her father, as Russ was trying to take off the cover.
“It’s a—now—a puppy!” answered Margy.
“A puppy!” cried the other five little Bunkers, while Margy’s mother asked:
“Where did you get the puppy, Margy?”
“I went over to Tommy Baker’s house. His dog has some little puppies, and I took one and put it in this box ’cause I want to take a puppy with me to the farm,” Margy answered.
The others laughed.