A moment later he was climbing up the little ladder at the back of the load of hay. When he reached the top of the pile of fodder Ted cried:
“Here he is!”
Trouble was peacefully slumbering in a little nest he had wiggled himself into on top of the sweet-smelling hay.
“He is like Little Boy Blue!” laughed Janet.
“Except that Boy Blue was under the haystack fast asleep, and Trouble is on top of the hay,” said Mr. Martin.
“I’ll slide him down. Catch him!” cried Ted to his father.
They could hear Trouble sleepily protesting at having been awakened. But he soon grew good-natured, and amid the laughter of the farmer, Janet, her mother and Lucy, Ted and his father got the small boy down off the load of hay.
“What did you ever go up there for?” asked his mother, as she picked wisps of hay out of his hair.
“Oh, jest for—now—for fun,” slowly answered Trouble.
And that is how it had happened. He had strolled around when they were all out of the car, waiting for Mr. Martin to back it and get it out of the way of the hay. Then Trouble had seen the little ladder leading to the top of the fodder. He had scrambled up on a wheel when no one was watching and climbed to the summit.