“Oh, couldn’t I do some of that?” begged Hal, his eyes shining.
“Course you can!” declared Ted.
They got out of the little wagon, leaving the goat to nibble grass under the trees, and walked along through the grove. Trouble, who was toddling along, his hand in one of Jan’s, was eating a molasses cookie, getting almost as much on the outside of his mouth as he did on the inside. But he was happy.
“Oh, ’ook at de funny bug on my tookie!” suddenly called the little fellow, speaking in a mumbled voice, for his mouth was half full. “I dess he wants a bite, too.”
“That’s not a bug! It’s a big bumble bee and he might sting you,” said Hal.
“There’s a lot of bees around here!” called Ted. “I guess they come to get honey from the flowers.”
“Well, I hope they don’t sting us,” and Jan brushed her handkerchief around her head, for a bee was buzzing near her.
“Oh, look at your goat!” suddenly cried Hal. “I guess a bee must have stung him!”
Nicknack was acting in a queer manner. He was running around in a circle, dragging the wagon after him, almost turning it over at times, and, all the while he was crying:
“Baa! Baa-a-a! Baa-a-a-a-a-a-a!”