“And I’ve got to wash my doll’s dress,” said Jan. “Oh, look!” she called to her brother. “There’s mother in the door waving to us.”
“She wants us to run, I guess,” added Ted, “for she’s waving awful hard.”
“I wonder what she does want,” murmured Jan.
“Maybe she wants us to go to the store,” suggested Ted. “She’s got a paper in her hand like she writes down things so we don’t forget to remember.”
“That’s the letter I gave her from the postman,” explained Jan, and she and her brother ran faster than before toward their mother.
“Oh, children!” cried Mrs. Martin as Ted and Jan drew near, Tom having gone back home the way he came, through the hedge, “have you seen Baby William?”
“Seen Trouble?” asked Ted, laughing.
“Yes, only I wish you wouldn’t call him that name when he’s lost!”
“Lost?” cried Ted and Jan in a chorus like twins, only they weren’t.
“He must be lost,” went on Mrs. Martin. “I can’t see him anywhere. Did you go to him when you went out after having had your hair combed?”