"Why Trouble Martin!" she cried, "did you eat them all?"
"All what?"
"All the cookies!"
"I did eat one and Nicknack—he did eat the west. He was hungry, he was, and he did eat the west ob 'em. I feeded 'em to him. Nicknack was a hungry goat," said Trouble, smiling.
"I should think he was hungry, to eat up all those cookies! I only had one!" cried Jan.
"What! Did Nicknack get at the cookies?" cried Ted, coming back with a light lap robe.
"Trouble gave them to him," explained Janet. "Oh dear! I was so hungry for another!"
"I'll ask grandma for some," promised Ted, and he soon came back with his hands full of the round, brown molasses cookies.
"Hello, Curlytops, what can I do for you to-day?" asked the storekeeper a little later, when the three children had driven up to his front door. "Do you want a barrel of sugar put in your wagon or a keg of salt mack'rel? I have both."
"We want baking soda," answered Jan.