“An’ I was hidin’ under de wagon an’ dey touldn’t found me!” laughed Trouble, for it was all a joke to him now.
“Dear, dear! Is he hurt?” asked the mother of the Curlytops, picking up her “dear bunch of trouble.”
“Nope,” answered Jan. “He liked it. Didn’t you, Trouble?”
“Yes. Only it was dark under de wagon. I’s hungry!”
“Bless your little tummy-tummy!” laughed Mother Martin, rolling Trouble up into a ball, and pretending to toss him high in the air. “You shall have some milk. But what happened, Ted?”
Taking turns, with Trouble now and then getting in a word “edgewise,” as Nora said, Ted and Jan told the story of their first goat ride.
“And, oh, grandpa! such a lot of cherries as you’ll have!” cried Jan, as they spoke of the cherry grove. “There’ll be millions an’ millions of ’em!”
“Can’t you sell them and get rich so you won’t have to lose the farm?” asked Ted, as his grandfather came in to hear the story of the ride and the upset.
“Well, I can sell some of the cherries, yes. But too many of them are almost as bad as not enough.”
“Why?” Ted wanted to know. He could not understand that.