“Huh, I wouldn’t let him!” cried Ted. “Say!” he went on, “don’t you wish we could ride around like that and sell things?”
“It would be nice,” agreed his sister. “And, oh say, Ted! we could earn money that way for the Home, where Hal lives.”
Her eyes sparkled and she clapped her hands. Janet thought of more things than Ted could keep track of sometimes.
“Wouldn’t that be lovely?” she cried, her eyes sparkling.
“It would be. But we’d have to have a big wagon, and Nicknack couldn’t pull it,” said Ted.
“I wish there was some way we could earn money and give it to the Home,” went on Janet. “Baking chocolate cakes doesn’t seem much.”
“Grandpa’d give ’em money if he had it,” went on Ted.
“Yes; but he hasn’t it. He could give ’em cherries, ’cause he has more than he can sell,” said Janet. “But I guess cherries wouldn’t be much good for the Home. Oh dear, if we were only grown-up we could help.”
Ted did not answer right away. He was thinking very hard as he drove the goat down the shady road. Then, all at once, he cried:
“Janet, I know what we can do!”