“Hush, dear!” whispered his mother.
“But I’m hungry! I want my supper!” he insisted.
“And you shall have it, my dear!” laughed Mrs. Pitney. “I know what little boys want,” she went on. “Bread and jam.”
“Oh, goodie!” cried Trouble, with shining eyes as he clapped his chubby hands.
It was a very good meal that was soon set before the Curlytops and the others of the party. Lucy insisted on being allowed to help wait on the table, and this she was permitted to do, much to her delight.
The meal and the rest afterward in comfortable chairs freshened the travelers after the day’s trip. And after the car had been put in Mr. Pitney’s garage—for the farmer had an automobile of his own—they all sat out on the porch enjoying the pleasant evening.
After a while Mrs. Pitney, noticing that the children were rather restless, said:
“Wouldn’t you like to go up in the attic and play?”
“Oh, that would be lovely!” cried Janet.
“Are there any old Indian guns there?” asked Ted.