“It might not have been if I hadn’t fallen on the grass,” said Teddy.
“Did you hurt yourself?” asked Janet.
“No, I guess I didn’t,” he slowly replied. Then he moved about and felt of his legs and arms. “No, I’m all right. Did you sic Chief after the cat?” he asked his sister.
“Course not!” declared Janet. “Trouble and I were feeding the ducks, and along came the cat—it’s a strange one, I guess—and then along came Chief, and he chased after the cat.”
“And Chief wouldn’t come back when I hollered to him,” said Trouble. “If I had a peanut, maybe, like I had for the nellifunt, Chief would have come back.”
“Are you going to play fireman now?” Janet wanted to know.
Teddy wasn’t quite sure whether to go on with his game or not. He had been a bit shaken up by the fall.
“I’m going fishing!” he announced after a moment’s thought.
“Fishing?” Janet exclaimed. “Where?”
“Down in the brook. You can come if you like, and so can Trouble. We’ll bend up a pin and make him a hook.”