“The cause of what?” asked Mr. Martin, starting for the counter behind which he had seen William wander.
“The cause of the molasses running all over,” was the reply. “The spigot of the barrel is open and there’s a big puddle of molasses on the floor. It’s growing bigger!
“Look out there, young man!” he quickly cried, taking a step forward. “Look out, or you’ll sit in it. Oh, too late!” he gasped. “He’s gone and done it! Right in the molasses he is! Right in the molasses!”
CHAPTER XII
TED IS CAUGHT
Trouble grunted. Then he grunted again. Then he tried to get up from the floor where, as the lumberman said, the little fellow had sat down in a puddle of molasses.
But Trouble found he couldn’t get up. His clothing stuck to the messy, sweet stuff and thus was held to the floor, almost as if it had been tacked there.
Then Trouble began to cry.
His father had run around the end of the counter to look behind it as soon as the lumberman spoke of the molasses. Ted and Janet followed their father. Thus all of them saw the trouble poor Trouble was in.
“Oh, he is stuck!” cried Ted, hardly able to keep from laughing.
“You poor dear!” murmured Janet. “I’ll get you up!”