"Doesn't it make a nice noise?" asked Mun Bun of Margy.
"Terrible nice," agreed the little girl. "What makes it?"
Mun Bun looked at the whistling wagon. It was, as I have said, a two-wheeled cart, and was pushed by a man who had gold rings in his ears. His face was very dark, too, but he smiled pleasantly at the children.
"It's a teakettle