The afternoon wore on. The little Bunkers looked at their picture books--taking turns--and again gazed out of the window. Rose thought her doll had slept long enough, so she walked down to the end of the car to get her pet. The little girl came back with a bundle in her arms, and, sitting down beside her mother, began unwrapping the shawl. And then something very queer happened. There was a tiny little cry, and the bundle in Rose's arms moved! The little girl cried: "Oh, Mother, look! Look, Mother! My dollie has come alive! It has turned into a real, live baby! Look! Oh, Mother!" CHAPTER X THE WRONG DADDY Mrs. Bunker turned from her paper to look down at what Rose held in her arms. And, to the surprise of the children's mother, she saw that her little girl held, not a doll, that could open and close her eyes, but a real, live baby, which was kicking and squirming in its blankets, and wrinkling up its tiny face, making ready to cry. "Oh, Rose!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "What have you done?" "I--I--didn't do anything!" Rose answered. "But my doll turned into a live baby!" "Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "You have--you have----" And just then, down at the other end of the car, a woman's voice cried: "Oh, my baby! My baby! Where is my baby? This is only a doll!" At once the car was a scene of great confusion. Mr. Bunker ran to where Rose and her mother sat, Rose still holding the live baby. The other little Bunkers wondered what had happened. At the other end of the car a woman rushed frantically along, holding out a doll. "Look! Look!" she cried. "Somebody took my dear baby and left this doll! Oh, conductor, stop the train!" Daddy Bunker seemed to be the first to understand what had happened. He hurried to Rose, and tenderly lifted up the little baby, which was now crying hard. Perhaps it knew that something had happened, or perhaps it was hungry. "Here is your baby, madam," said Mr. Bunker to the woman. "And I guess you have my little girl's doll. It's just a mix-up--just a great, big mistake. Here is your baby!" The woman, whose face showed delight now instead of fear and worry, clasped her baby in her arms, first handing the doll to Mr. Bunker. "Oh, my baby! My precious!" she crooned, pressing her face close to the child. "I thought some one had taken you!" "I--I guess I took up your baby for my doll," put in Rose. "I laid my doll down in a seat at the end of the car so she would go to sleep nice and quiet." "That's just what I did with my baby," said the woman. "And then I went to get my doll, and I thought she'd come to life," went on Rose. "The seats where the baby and doll were must have been right next to one another," said Mrs. Bunker. "That's how Rose picked up your little one in mistake for her doll." "I suppose so," the baby's mother answered with a smile. "Well, it has all come out right, I'm glad to say. But at first I was dreadfully frightened."