“I should think you would be!” exclaimed Janet, putting her arms around him as he sat in the goat wagon. “Oh, Trouble! If we shouldn’t ever get back home again!”
“I want to be home now! I’s hungry!” cried Baby William.
Ted and Jan looked at one another. This was one bad thing about being lost—the getting hungry part. Of course there were other bad parts, too—such as being out alone in the dark, not having a nice bed in which to cover up to go to sleep.
“Course, leaves are all right to sleep in when you’re camping,” said Teddy. “But we’re not camping now.”
This was after he and Jan had looked about in the woods hoping to find a path that would take them back to the main road that led to Cherry Farm.
But they had not found the path. Nicknack had wandered far into the woods just as it pleased him to go, and he had not kept track of the way he had come. Before Jan or Ted had noticed him he had strayed very far from the path. Now he could not find it again. Nicknack was not like a dog or a cat which could find its way home again, sometimes when it had gone miles and miles away.
“I’s hungry!” announced Trouble again. “I want some tookies!”
“What’ll we do?” asked Janet. “We haven’t any to give him.”
“Dat’s in my Muvver Hubbard song, about her dog an’ ze bone!” wailed Trouble. “But I don’t want ze bones—I want ze tookies!”
“I wish I had one for you, Trouble, dear,” said Jan. “But there isn’t a one left.” She looked in a little box under the seat, a box Grandpa Martin had made for the children to use as a sort of lunch basket. They often put pieces of cake or some cookies in it, or even sandwiches which their mother or Grandma Martin made for them, if they were to go on a long ride. But now only a few cookie crumbs in a paper bag were all Janet found.