“Goody!” roared Trouble.
And, oh, how good that lunch tasted! There were slices of bread and butter with just enough jam on, and no more. There were sugar cookies with just enough sugar sprinkled over the top, and not a grain too much. There were crisp brown crullers, just brown enough and not a smitch more, I do assure you!
Even Trouble had enough, and when he was hungry he was very, very hungry, like the little girl with her forehead on her curl, or the curl on her forehead, I forget which. So you can easily know that Grandma Martin’s lunch was just fine.
“Now we must go back,” said Ted, after a bit. “Mother told us not to stay too long. And, besides, Jimmie Dell is coming over to play ball with me to-day.”
“And Mary Seaton said she’d come over and we’re going to have a play-party for our dolls,” added Jan. “So I ’spect we’d better go back.”
Jimmie and Mary were two children who lived not far from Cherry Farm, and who, on other visits, had played with Jan and Ted.
So the Curlytops started back in the goat wagon with Trouble. They left the cherry grove, trying to remember how it looked, so they could tell grandpa the good news about the fine crop he would have, and they turned into the grassy lane again.
Now the lane was down hill going home, and this made Nicknack run rather fast. It was so easy pulling the wagon down the slope, you see.
“Whoa, there! Whoa!” cried Ted once or twice. “Don’t go so fast!”
For when the goat ran fast the queer wagon wobbled more than ever on its uneven wheels, and Jan had to hold tightly to Trouble so he would not slip out.