“Me want wide in auto!” decided Trouble, as his brother and sister led him down the path once more.
“No, dear! Daddy has the auto down at his store,” explained Janet. “Trouble can’t ride now.”
“Oh!” said the little fellow. “Wide to-mollow?” he asked.
“Yes, maybe you can have a ride to-morrow,” said Ted. “And say, Jan!” he cried, “what about Silver Lake? We almost forgot! Maybe we’ll go there to-morrow!”
“Oh, maybe we shall!” cried Janet, with shining, eager eyes.
“Me go, too?” asked Trouble.
“Oh, yes, you’ll have to come, too!” sighed Janet. “I do hope you don’t fall in too much!” she said.
“Come on!” called Teddy to her. “Let’s go and look in the garage again. We didn’t look there very good.”
The garage had once been a stable, but no horse was kept in it now, since Mr. Martin had an automobile. There was, however, an old carriage, and several other things, such as a wheelbarrow, old boards, shutters, broken doors and the like, that Patrick had stored away.
“There’s lots of places for Skyrocket to hide!” said Ted, as he and Janet entered the garage. “Here, Sky! Sky!” he called, and he whistled for the pet dog, giving him the pet name of “Sky.”