“Yes, I guess so. I’ll ask my mother.”
Mrs. Martin was willing, and soon, with flaxen-haired Flo, her prettiest doll, in her arms, Jan was ready to go with her little playmate.
“Oh, Jan!” called her mother, as the two girls were skipping out of the yard. “As long as you are only going over to Mary’s, can’t you take Trouble with you?”
“Oh, yes, let’s!” cried Mary.
“All right, we’ll take him,” said Jan, and she sighed a little. “But tell him, please, Mother, that he mustn’t pull my doll’s hair.”
“No, he mustn’t do anything like that,” said Mother Martin. “If you do, William, I shall punish you when Jan brings you home.”
“Me be dood!” promised Trouble.
“Well, if Jan’s going over to Mary’s, I guess I’ll go and find Jimmie Dell or Hal Chester and have some fun,” remarked Ted, as, with hands in his pockets, he walked slowly down the road.
The two little girls, with Baby William, found a nice place to play on the shady porch of the Seaton farmhouse, which was not far from that of Grandpa Martin’s.
“We’ll have a little tea-party,” said Mary.