“YES, I HERE,” WAS THE REPLY. “DON’T SCARE
MY SQUIRREL!”
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“I’m coming!” answered the older boy. “Don’t be afraid, Trouble! I’m coming!”
By the time Janet reached the edge of the leaf-filled hole into which Trouble had fallen, Teddy had pulled out his little brother. Trouble was not much hurt, being only bruised, but he was covered with leaves and dirt.
“There, there, William, you’re all right,” soothed Ted.
“Don’t cry!” begged Janet. “We’ll take you to the store and buy you a lollypop.”
Trouble rubbed his tears away, but in doing so wiped a lot of dirt from his hands all over his face so that he was quite a sad looking sight. However, Janet cleaned him up as best she could with her handkerchief.
“Now you’re as good as ever,” laughed Ted, as he picked off the dead leaves clinging to his small brother. “What were you doing down there, anyhow?”
“I wanted to get squirrel an’ have him show me where crow is,” explained Trouble.
Of course he didn’t get near the squirrel, and, even if he had given the big-tailed creature the nut, the squirrel would not have eaten it, as it was wormy and had no kernel in it.