“I was going to dig through to China,” explained Ted, “but I didn’t finish. Is Skyrocket hurt?”
“No,” answered Daddy Martin. “But I guess he was pretty badly scared. Don’t dig such deep holes any more, Teddy.”
Ted promised he would not, and after he and his sister had petted their dog they went to bed.
A few days later everything was ready for the start to Grandpa Martin’s home in the country. Ted and Jan, dressed and ready to start for the railroad station, were out on the front porch taking care of Trouble.
“Well, well! you look very spruce this morning!” called the postman as he passed the house. “Where are you going, Curlytop—you and your brother and sister all dressed up so stylish?” and he patted Ted’s hair, which seemed more tangled than ever.
“We’re going to grandpa’s Cherry Farm,” Ted answered.
“Save me some cherries,” begged the postman. “I love ’em, but nobody ever sends me any in the letters I deliver.”
“I guess they’d squash and the juice would run all over if they did,” laughed Jan.
“I guess so,” agreed the postman. “Well, good-bye, Curlytops, and Trouble too! I hope you have a good time!”
“Good-bye!” they called to him.