“What in the world are you going to do, Dick?” cried Mrs. Martin, as, coming over from the bungalow, she saw her husband on his way to the lake with baby William.
“Daddy goin’ put me in water!” cried Trouble, now as much delighted as he had been frightened.
“What has happened?” asked his mother.
“He sat in the molasses!” answered Ted.
“And he opened the barrel and it all ran out on the floor,” added Janet.
“Oh, Trouble!” sighed his mother.
“There didn’t much molasses run out,” corrected Mr. Martin. “Only about a quart, I guess, for he couldn’t get the spigot all the way open.”
He told what had happened, and said he thought the best way was to wash Trouble and his sticky clothes at the same time.
“Yes, it is a good way,” agreed Mrs. Martin. “I’ll do it, though, Dick. You go clean yourself off and get back to the store.”
“I guess I need a little scrubbing myself,” admitted Mr. Martin, with a laugh, as he looked at the spots of molasses that had dripped from Trouble to his trousers. Luckily they were an old pair that he had put on to do some rough work about the store, and he could easily change them.