“Can you stand it, Hal?” Jan asked the lame boy.
“Course. I’m strong!”
In a way he was stronger than Ted, for he was several years older. Between them they managed to drag Baby William down to the road and along that toward the farmhouse. Before they reached it they saw Grandpa Martin driving rapidly to meet them in the big wagon. Mother Martin was with him.
“Oh, children!” she cried. “What happened? We were so frightened when we saw the goat wagon come back without you! What happened?”
“Bee stung Nicknack and he runned away,” explained Ted. “But we’re all right now. Had to make this new kind of baby carriage for Trouble. He wouldn’t walk. Hal thought of making it.”
“Oh, what a time you must have had! It was very good of you, Hal, to think of it,” said Mrs. Martin. “Trouble, you can’t go with your brother and sister again if you are such a bother.”
“Oh, he was all right. We didn’t mind riding him home,” laughed Hal. “It was fun.”
“Is our goat all right?” Ted asked.
“Yes. But he came in pretty well tired out from his run,” explained Grandpa Martin. “When I saw him I was afraid he had upset the wagon and hurt you, so we started out to pick you up.”
But everybody was happy now, and no one was hurt, and soon, riding in grandpa’s wagon, they were all safe at the farmhouse, telling the rest of the family all that had happened.