“We’ll holler a little more, and then, if no one answers us, we’ll start and go.”
“Where will we go to?”
“I don’t know. We’ll go any way at all. We’ll be sure to get somewhere, and maybe somebody will find us and take us home. Come on now, let’s all holler real loud.”
They got no answer, however; so presently Teddy awakened the goat, the children got into the wagon and let Nicknack draw them along through the wood. It was an uncomfortable, rough ride, however, over tree roots and ruts, and after a while the children stopped the goat and got out once more.
“Now, let’s holler again,” suggested Teddy.
“And you sing, Trouble,” begged Jan. “Sing real loud!”
“Don’t want to. I’se twired of singing!”
“Then cry. Maybe you’ll make more noise that way.”
And cry Trouble did, loudly wailing, while Jan and Ted shouted at the tops of their voices and the bottoms too, as Ted said afterward.
“Hello! Hello! Hello!” they cried. “Hello!”