“Trouble all wet—bossy-cow splash water—bossy-cow give milk,” said William, rubbing the white fluid out of his eyes.
“He means a cow was to blame for every bit of his trouble to-day,” explained Nora. “He was in trouble with a cow in the brook, and now here. But it’ll be all right. I’ve got more milk for junket, and Turnover is enjoyin’ herself.”
Turnover was the children’s cat. She had learned the trick of lying down on her back and rolling over when told to do so. Generally she did that trick to get something to eat.
“Oh, Turnover!” gasped Jan, “what a fine supper you’re having!”
And then the cat, thinking she had been told to do her trick, rolled right over in the pool of milk on the kitchen floor.
“I ’ike Turnover,” gurgled William, as he clasped the now dripping and bedraggled pet in his arms, making himself wetter than ever.
“I’ll be glad when this day is over!” sighed Mrs. Martin, but she could not help laughing at the funny picture Trouble made.
His mother carried the baby off to put him to bed; Nora set the pan out of the way, where the cat could finish her supper in peace; and then the maid started to mop the floor.
“I’ll make more junket after William’s asleep,” said Nora to Jan and Ted.
They were very fond of milk made thick and sweet in this way, and Trouble too always ate his share of junket.