“Well, I’m glad you’ve found something else to like besides an elephant,” laughed Janet, as she wiped some sand off her rag doll’s dress.
“Oh, I like nellifunts, too,” declared William. He was true to his first love, you see.
“Well, come on to the lighthouse,” suggested Teddy, and so the children went on down the beach.
The lighthouse was in rather a lonesome place, and visitors seldom went there. The lighthouse keeper was always glad of company, for his was a solitary life, and he was glad to see the children.
“Come in!” he invited them. “Come in and have some lemonade!”
“Does lemonade grow in lighthouses?” asked Trouble.
“Well, some is growing here, or springing up, whatever you like to call it, because my wife just made it,” explained the keeper, with a laugh. “It’s a hot day, and I’ve just finished cleaning the light, so she made me some. But there’s more than I need, and I want you to have some of it.”
The Curlytops and Trouble were very willing, you may be sure, to drink some of the cool, sweet lemonade, as the day was a hot one and they were warm from their walk down the sandy beach.
Mrs. Dent, the keeper’s jolly wife, gave the children some crackers to nibble with their lemonade, and they had quite a little party there in the lighthouse.
“Could we see the light?” asked Teddy, for he was interested in such things.