CHAPTER VI
THE LITTLE LAME BOY
“Where’s Trouble?” asked Jan, as she got up and brushed some dried grass out of her hair, for her head had bumped the ground.
“Yes, where is Trouble?” added her brother, and he looked up in the air, as though he might see Baby William floating around like a circus balloon when it gets loose. If Trouble had been like a rubber ball he might have bounced up in the air. But he was not in sight as Ted looked up.
“Where, oh, where, can Trouble be?” asked Jan again.
And then came a little, faint cry, as though far off.
“Was that Nicknack bleating?” asked Ted.
“It didn’t sound like him,” answered Jan. “What did you do with our little brother?” she asked of the goat, who said never a word, but kept on eating grass. The noise sounded again.
“Maybe it was a sheep,” suggested Ted.
But the sheep were far away, at the other end of the pasture, so it could not have been they. Then the cry sounded once more.
“I want to get out! I want to get out! Oh! Oh!”