"Oh, I almost had one!" exclaimed Rose. "I laid my doll down in a seat, and when I picked her up she was alive, but it was a lady's baby and——"
Once more the voice called from the auto:
"Take me out! Don't leave me here! Oh my eye, give me some pie!"
"There is a child in there!" said Grandma Bell "Who is it?" she asked of Mr. Mead, who had been taking some of the Bunkers' baggage into the house, and who came out just then.
"Who is what?" asked the man who had so kindly given the children a ride over from the station.
"What child is hidden in that auto?" asked Grandma Bell. "It isn't one of the six little Bunkers, for they're all here. But there is some child in that auto."
"Why no, there isn't," said Mr. Mead. "There's nobody in my machine but——"
"Let me out! Oh, let me out!" cried the voice again.
"There!" exclaimed Grandma Bell.
A queer look came over Mr. Mead's face. Then he laughed. Once more the voice sounded.