Thomas stopped his team in the shade and wiped his forehead with his big red bandanna.
“Ruther a warmish day,” he remarked, as if it were a new discovery.
“Where are you going?” chorused the children.
“Down to the cider mill,” answered Will, briskly. “Come, get up, Tummas.”
“Oh, dear!” grumbled Eunice, “you boys can go everywhere, and have piles of fun, and we’ve got to stay here and take care of children,”—with withering scorn.
“Come along, all of you, if you want,” said Archie. “’Tisn’t far.”
“But Kenneth and the twins,” objected Cricket.
“Oh, let the kids come, too,” replied Archie, jumping down. The “kids” hopped around in great glee at the idea.
“Mamma told us not to go away,” began Eunice, doubtfully; but Hilda, who was less used to obedience, said quickly,—
“She only meant we were not to go away from the children, and we’re not. We’re going to take them. Put them in, Arch,” and in she scrambled, while Archie swung the little ones over the side of the cart.