He did come near it one day. She took the babies home and explained and then said she would go and find him.
Aunt Florence went with her. They had quite a long search and finally asked the 23 policeman, who said: “there was a little boy down here on a stoop, crying.”
Jack, sure enough, and he was very glad to be found. His mother kept him in the house for two days and then he promised to be very good.
“Now, if you make any trouble you shall not go out for a whole week.”
The babies hadn’t gone much farther than “agoo, agoo,” but Marilla tried her best to make them talk. They each had a rubber doll and the child would dance them up and down and make them turn somersaults and stand on their heads, and invent every sort of grotesque action.
Jack was a good looking little fellow and had been spoiled in the earlier years. He was a little afraid of his father, and sometimes his mother would make him mind, but he was very full of badness.
Aunt Florence wanted some silk and twist and spools of cotton one morning.
“You could find your way down to Grand street where the stores are, couldn’t you Marilla—where we went that Saturday night?”
“Oh, yes. Down there opposite the park.” 24
“Yes. It’s a big store. Day and Belden. I’ll write it out for you and you may take my Leggy bag. Be sure and put the change in it before you leave the store.”