Toddles stopped in the middle of a scream, and the two children crept on their hands and knees to the door, and listened eagerly—but it was a false alarm.
"Let us try walking the rope," said Trot.
"I suppose you will do that," said Toddles, rubbing his nose; "though we haven't any rope."
"Then we must find something else," said Trot cheerfully, determined not to be beaten. "I think a walking-stick would do beautifully to practise on, and we'll get nurse to give us a rope to-morrow."
"It looked very easy the other day," said Toddles, as Trot began to arrange one end of the stick on a chair, and the other on a stool; "but I don't expect it is."
"We'll be more careful this time," said Trot. "You hold the walking-stick so that it sha'n't slip, and I'll hold this long stick so that I sha'n't slip."
"All right," said Toddles, in a tone of voice which meant that he thought it was all wrong.
There was a loud scream this time—a scream that brought nurse up-stairs very quickly, so that she might see what was the matter.
Both the children were on the floor, and sticks, chair, and stool were flying in every direction.
For a minute nurse was doubtful which was Trot, which was Toddles, and which were sticks and chair.