“Oh, no,” admitted Ted, with a laugh. “At first it puzzled me. But it’s all right. I hope I can catch some real fish now.”
“I think you can,” said Mr. Tizzy. “I won’t play any more jokes.”
Ted baited his hook anew and prepared to cast in again, while the funny acrobat sat down on the bank near the Curlytop lad to watch him.
“Come on, Trouble,” said Jan, in a low voice. “We’ll let Ted catch a big fish for us.”
But Trouble didn’t want to go. He dragged and held back.
“Wait! Wait!” he begged. “I want to ast him suffin!”
“What is it, little man?” inquired Mr. Tizzy, with a smile. “Do you want me to stand on my head again? I’d better not until your brother catches a fish. But what else do you want to ask me?”
“Can you do flip-flops on a nellifunt’s back?” inquired Trouble.
“Yes, I’ve done that,” admitted Mr. Tizzy. “If you’ll bring your elephant here I’ll flip-flop on his back.”
“I hasn’t got a nellifunt,” admitted the little lad. “But maybe I could find one in the woods. Once I gave a nellifunt peanuts.”