"We want to hear what the trainman says." Bunker, for they were raising their voices as they talked. "They don't play lawn tennis in winter," said Rose. "And you can't get any on the train, lessen maybe the boy that had Mun Bun's popgun has some." "But you haven't any tennis rackets," observed Laddie. If I had some lawn tennis rackets I could make snowshoes for all of us, and we could walk on them." "If the train can't go we can get out and walk," suggested Russ. "Oh, can't we go to Grandpa's?" asked Rose, looking as if she could not bear to have such a dreadful thing happen. "Perhaps the train can't go any farther, and we can't get to Tarrington." "Perhaps we had better see what it is," said Daddy Bunker to his stepfather. Every one in the car where the Bunkers rode, and, I suppose, in each of the other cars of the train, had been well shaken up when it stopped so suddenly. It was getting quite dark, because of the snow clouds outside, and the electric lights of the train had been switched on. "I think we must have hit a snow bank, or else some of the rails and switches are stopped up with snow," answered Daddy Bunker. "Well, if we are, the train must have run into it, and got stuck fast," answered the old gentleman with a smile. "Are we there?" cried Laddie, as he slid out of his seat and turned to Grandpa Ford. Six Little Bunkers At Grandpa Ford's - Chapter 9.
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