“And there’s grandma waving to us!” added Jan. “Oh, I’m so happy!”
“Bless your hearts!” cried grandma, as she kissed them all, snuggling her withered cheeks—like well-kept apples—down on the chubby face of Baby Trouble. “Bless your hearts—every one!”
“You dot any bossy-cows?” Trouble demanded when everyone had seen everyone else, and it was quiet for a minute in the old farmhouse. “I want a bossy-cow.”
“What does he mean?” asked grandma.
“Oh, I guess he’s thinking of the time he gave some watercress to a cow that was in our brook,” explained Ted, telling how Trouble had been stuck in the mud.
“Bossy-cow splashed milk on me,” went on Trouble. “I like milk.”
“But I don’t want you taking any more baths in it,” laughed his mother. “You may go out and play with him,” she added to the two Curlytops. “Be careful he doesn’t get into mischief!”
“Come on!” cried Jan. “We’ll go outside and have some fun, Trouble!”
“Trouble!” exclaimed Grandma Martin. “What a name for a dear, sweet little baby!”
“Well, he’s a dear, sweet, little bunch of trouble—sometimes,” laughed Daddy Martin.