“Yes, we’ll let you eat real,” laughed Janet. “But don’t knock over the piano again,” she begged, as she again set up the box that Trouble had sent toppling down the steps.
“I not knock over no more,” he promised.
“Here, you make believe you’re a miner digging for gold,” suggested Ted, giving his small brother a shovel and pointing to a soft place in the dirt of the yard. “And when I go ‘Toot! Toot!’ that means it’s the twelve o’clock whistle and you stop work.”
“An’ then we eat!” cried Trouble.
“Yes, then we eat,” agreed Ted. “Now I’m going to be a conductor in my airship,” he added, as he climbed into the branches of a tree near the back porch. Trouble began digging with his shovel in the soft dirt, and Janet arranged the different rooms of the playhouse to suit her own ideas, placing a bunch of leaves on the “piano” as an ornament.
“Janet! Janet! Oh, Jan!” suddenly cried Trouble, after a few minutes of digging.
“What’s the matter now?” asked his sister, as her small brother looked up from his digging. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, but I is not goin’ to be miner an’ dig for gold,” he declared.
“What are you going to be then?” Ted wanted to know.
“I be fisherman diggin’ for worms,” decided Trouble. “’At’s most fun ’cause I got a worm right now.”