“He won’t go farther than to Cherry Farm,” was Ted’s next remark. “He knows there aren’t any bees there. Some one will take care of him. But we’ll have to walk back. That’s the worst of it.”
“That isn’t so bad,” came from Hal cheerfully. Ted had been worried about the lame boy for fear he could not take the mile-long walk back to the Home. “I can manage all right.”
“Are you sure you can?” asked Jan.
“Oh, sure. It will be fun. We’ll go slow on account of your baby brother.”
“Yes, we’ll have to. Trouble isn’t very fond of walking, though he is pretty good sometimes. My, but Nicknack did run!”
“Guess you would, too, if you were a goat and a bee bit you,” put in Ted.
“Mother will wonder what’s become of us when she sees him,” murmured Jan, trying to look for their horned pet. But he was out of sight down the tree-shaded road by this time.
“That’s right,” agreed Ted. “We’d better go right on back to Cherry Farm to let her see we’re all right.”
“Me want more tookies first!” exclaimed Trouble.
“Yes, we might as well eat a little,” agreed Ted.