“Here, Trouble,” she said to her baby brother, “blow the dandelion horn.”
He puffed out his red cheeks and blew, making a tiny squeak which so delighted him that he forgot all about kicking the bottom out of the goat wagon.
On and on rode the Curlytops along the lane, on one side of which were pastured some cows that came and hung their heads over the fence, chewing their cud as they looked at the goat drawing the wagon. On the other side of the lane were some sheep, and some of them ran along the fence, as though they would like to get out and go with Nicknack and the children.
At last they came to the cherry grove. They rode along under the hundreds of trees, and on many were some quite large green balls, up among the leaves. On other trees were smaller ones. These green balls would turn into ripe cherries a little later.
“Grandpa is going to have a lot of them,” said Ted, as he guided Nicknack under the bending branches. “Maybe the cherries will make him rich if he does lose his farm.”
And, though Ted did not know it, the cherries were to have a large share in clearing away the troubles of Grandpa Martin.
“I’s hungry!” suddenly announced Baby William, after they had been riding some time in the cherry grove.
“Well, let’s eat,” suggested Jan. “I’ve got the lunch.”
“Lunch!” cried Ted. “I didn’t know you brought any lunch!”
“Yes, grandma put some up for us in a little basket when you were harnessing Nicknack.”