“Don’t go past the corner!” warned her mother, as the little girl darted off on a run.
“I won’t let her,” announced Teddy, rapidly following his sister.
“I want to go! I want to go! Wait for me! I want to see a nellifunt!” wailed William, from the porch, as he saw his brother and sister darting away.
“They aren’t going to the circus parade now, Trouble, dear,” said his mother, catching him just in time to keep him from rolling down the steps. “They’ll come back for you.”
Trouble, who had started to cry, thought better of it. His lower lip, which had begun to stick out, was drawn in, and there was only just one little tear in each eye. But these soon dried away and he smiled again.
He smiled more happily a little later when he saw, skipping toward the house, on either side of a jolly, pleasant-faced man, Ted and Janet. They had met their father at the corner and were escorting him back to the house.
“Hello, Curlytops!” Mr. Martin had greeted his boy and girl.
“Hello, Daddy!” they had answered.
And now, from the porch, William shouted:
“I’m goin’ to see a nellifunt, I am! An’ I’m goin’ to feed a nellifunt peanuts!”