The colored boy spied them. He had evidently been ill used by somebody,
for he was very much frightened. He thrust the coats back at the
children and turned to get out of the vestibule.
But the door had been sucked to by the wind and it was hard to open
again. It was really quite wonderful that Mun Bun had been able to get
it open when he and Margy had called the strange colored boy in.
"Don't go!" cried Margy.
"Take my coat, please," urged Mun Bun. "I know it will keep you warm."
And all the time the colored boy was tugging at the handle of the outer
door and fairly panting, he was so anxious to get out. Mother Bunker was
the first to reach the door into the vestibule, and she opened it
instantly.
"Wait!" she commanded the strange boy. "What do you want? What are you
doing here?"
But by this time the young fellow had jerked open the outer door, and
now he darted out and almost dived down the snowy steps.
"Oh, Mother!" cried Mun Bun, "he's forgot his coat and cap and scarf. I
wanted him to wear mine because he was so cold and snowed on."
"And he could have had mine, too," declared Margy quite as earnestly.
"What do these tots mean?" gasped Aunt Jo, holding up both hands.
But Mother Bunker, who understood her little Bunkers very well indeed,
in a flash knew all about it. She cried:
"The poor boy! Bring him back! He did look cold and wet.
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