“Why—why!” exclaimed Teddy, “how’d you do it so quick, Mother?”
“We tried and tried, an’ we couldn’t do it,” added Jan. “We pushed and we pulled; didn’t we, Ted?”
“Yes!”
“Well, you should have lifted up,” said Mrs. Martin with a smile.
“We never thought of that,” Teddy said.
“You see the carriage wheel spokes are put together like the letter ‘V,’” said Mrs. Martin, as she showed the two older children. “When Trouble’s head and neck were toward the bottom of the V they were in so tightly that neither pushing nor pulling would get him out. But when I lifted him up I raised him toward the wide part of the V, at the place where he had stuck his head in, and then it was easy enough to get him out. But you mustn’t do it again, Baby William!” she added, as she patted the sobbing little fellow on his shoulders.
“No, me don’t want to play peek-a-boo wif a chicken any more at all!” decided Trouble.
“Haven’t you found your dog yet?” their mother asked.
Ted and Jan sadly shook their heads.
“Well, maybe he’ll come home,” said Mrs. Martin kindly. “He may be off paying a visit to some doggie friends of his. Look around some more, and take good care of Trouble.”