“I hope Trouble isn’t in trouble again,” said Uncle Ben.
“Ted, go and call your father,” said Mrs. Martin. Her husband was out in the road talking to the man who sat in a carriage.
As Teddy hurried out to do this, suddenly, from somewhere back of the ice-cream stand, came the shrill voice of Baby William.
“I dot him! I dot him!” cried Trouble. “Tum on, Teddy—Jan! I dot him all wite!”
“What kind of trouble is Trouble in now?” thought Uncle Ben.
CHAPTER VIII
THE WIND BLEW
Every one stood still on hearing Trouble’s voice.
“There he is!” cried Mrs. Martin. “Did you hear him?”
“I heard him,” said Uncle Ben.
“But where can he be?” asked Mrs. Martin. “I can hear him, but I can’t see him.”