“Oh!” exclaimed Mun Bun, as he turned and saw the train boy’s basket of toys.  “Oh, my!  I’m going to have something!”

Then Mun Bun, reaching in his hand, which was, of course, not right to do, took something from the basket, slipped it around behind him, as he saw Rose coming, and toddled up the aisle to meet her.

CHAPTER VIII

A BIG STORM

“Why didn’t you wait for me, Mun Bun?” asked Rose, as she caught her little brother just as he was about to topple over in the aisle, from the swaying of the train.  “I told you to wait for me.  You might be hurt coming up by yourself!”

“I was in a hurry,” explained Mun Bun.  He gave one hand to Rose, but the other he held behind his back.  In it was the thing he had taken from the train boy’s basket.

Once more the six little Bunkers were in their seats, looking out of the windows.  The train was puffing along, bringing them nearer and nearer to Grandpa Ford’s, though it would still be some hours before they reached Tarrington.

“There!” Russ suddenly exclaimed.  “I have it all done!” and he whistled a merry tune, as he turned in his seat and held up something for the others to see.

“What is it?” asked his father.

“It’s a buzzy-buzzer,” answered the boy.  “Look, it goes around this way.”

He put the loops of two strings over his thumbs, and pulled his hands apart.  Then two pieces of cardboard, strung on the strings, began to whirl about very fast.

“Why, that’s like a pin-wheel!” exclaimed Grandpa Ford.

“I call it a buzzy-buzzer,” laughed Russ.  “I was going to make a wind-mill, but I didn’t have enough things here in the train.  I’ll make you a wind-mill when we get to Great Hedge, Grandpa.”

After a while a colored man, dressed in a spotless white suit, came through the car, calling: 

“First call for dinner in the dining-car!  First call for dinner!”

“What does he mean—­first call?” asked Violet, who, as usual, was the one who asked the first question.

“He means that dinner is now ready in the dining-car,” said Mr. Bunker.  “You see the car is rather small, and every one can’t eat at once.  So they take turns, so to speak.”

“I wish we could eat first,” sighed Vi.  “I’m terrible hungry!”

“So’m I,” said Margy.

“Me, too,” added Mun Bun.  He had gone back to his seat, after taking something from the train boy’s basket, and he had cuddled up by himself.  What he had he showed to no one, and now, when he heard that dinner was ready, he stuffed something down between the edge of the seat and the side of the car next the window.

“This is my seat,” Mun Bun announced, “and please don’t any one take it when we come back!  I got something hid here.”

No one paid much attention to him, as it had been decided that they would all go into the dining-car at the first call, and they thought every one else was thinking of that, too.