“Trouble! Trouble, where are you?” called his mother.
In answer a little tousled head was thrust out of the opening, or front door, of the dog kennel, and the head was followed by the body of Trouble himself. He was smiling, though his face was dirty, and in his arms he held a little black puppy.
“I dot him!” he cried. “I dot our Skywocket back aden!”
You should have heard Janet and Teddy laugh then.
“That isn’t Skyrocket, Trouble, dear!” said Janet.
“That isn’t our dog at all!” added Teddy, laughing so hard he could hardly speak.
Trouble seemed much surprised. He held the puppy, which was a very small one, away from him so he might look at it better. Then he brought it back into his lap as he sat on the ground outside the kennel.
“Dis not Skywocket?” he asked.
“Why, no, Trouble. That dog belongs to this boy,” said Mrs. Martin. “How did you come to crawl in there with the puppy?”
“I wanted Skywocket,” explained Trouble. “I did see a doggie. He wanted me to tum an’ play wif him, an’ I did tum. An’ I went into his little house, an’ we had fun. Him is a nice doggie and he kissed me on my face ’ist ’ike Skywocket!”