“You’re welcome—heaps!” said the other, as he leaned on the fence, after he had handed over the hat. “Say, that’s a dandy wagon and goat you’ve got there!” he added, his eyes shining.
“Yes, it’s pretty good,” admitted Ted. “Like to have a ride?” he asked.
“Please come,” added Jan, in a low voice, and she tried not to look at his poor, twisted foot, though she could see it plainly through the rails of the fence.
“We’s dot lots to eat!” added Trouble, smiling.
“That’s so,” grinned Ted.
“Then I guess I’ll come,” laughed the lame boy.
“Do you want me to—I mean—er—that is, can’t I help you—over the fence, you know?” asked Ted, speaking rather stammeringly and awkwardly, for he did not like to mention the other’s lame foot.
“Oh, that doesn’t bother me!” exclaimed the boy. “I can climb higher fences than this. Here I come!”
With a spring, a bound, a wiggle and a climb he was up, over and down, standing beside the goat, which he began to pat as though he loved animals.
“Here, sit on this cushion,” said Jan, in the same low voice.