Nora, as she often did, had put up a little lunch for the children. So they sat under the cherry trees and ate, getting water from a little spring not far away. Ted thought they might find some ripe cherries on the trees, but they were all still so green that they did not taste good.
“And now let’s start for home,” proposed Janet. “Come on.”
“All right,” agreed Ted.
But they had walked only a little way when Trouble lived up to his name and suddenly sat down on the grass.
“What’s the matter?” asked Jan. “Get up and walk along. I’d carry you, only I’m not big enough. Come on!” and she pulled him by the hand.
“I’se tired,” Trouble declared. “Don’t want to walk—want ride. Go bring Nicknack an’ give Trouble ride in wagon.”
“But we can’t get Nicknack. He’s gone home!” Jan explained.
“Well, den you go git him an’ me wait here,” and Baby William squirmed around in the grass until he had made a sort of little nest where he sat.
“No, no! You must come on!” ordered his sister.
“Trouble tan’t tum. Trouble goin’ s’eep!” and he closed his eyes and made believe he was taking a nap.