Nora cleans him with a—washrag!”
Daddy Martin laughed as he made up this little verse. Then came a patter of bare feet in the room, and a joyous cry.
“Ah, here’s my bunch of Trouble!” exclaimed Mr. Martin as he caught up the little fellow who, now all sweet and clean, ran crowing and laughing into his father’s arms.
“Well, I guess all the trouble is over now,” said Daddy Martin, as he tossed William toward the ceiling, being careful, of course, not to bump it, which might have made the plaster fall down. Oh, yes, and it might have hurt Trouble too. I almost forgot that part.
“There’s more trouble,” said Jan, as her father sat down in the easy chair to wait for Nora to say that supper was on the table.
“More trouble? I hope our old rooster hasn’t caught cold! We must send for the doctor at once!”
“No, it isn’t that,” answered Ted, laughing, for his father was always making some joke about the rooster catching cold.
“What is it then?”
“Grandpa is going to lose Cherry Farm!”
Jan gave a gasp as Ted said this.