“Well, aren’t we often hungry?” he asked. “You know we are!”
“Yes,” replied his sister, “but we’re going to have something to eat now,” and she looked at the basket of good things that Mary and her brothers had packed for them.
“Where do you want me to take you?” asked the auto man. “Do you know where your house is?”
“Do you mean us, or them?” asked Tommy, as he looked at the poor boy and girl.
“Because, if you mean us,” went on Johnny, “we don’t know where our house is. We’re lost again, I can easily tell that.”
“How?” asked the man.
“Because we are always getting lost,” spoke Mary. “And, besides, we’ve never been on this street before, or in this part of the city. Oh, there’s no doubt of it—we’re lost, but we don’t care. It happens so often that we’re used to it by this time.”
“Besides,” said Johnny, “some one is sure to come for us. Either the old fisherman, or the pink-cow man, or Jiggily Jig, the funny boy, or Simple Simon, or the pieman. Oh! some one will find us and take us home.”
“Besides, there’s the jolly sailor,” remarked Mary.
“That’s so!” cried Johnny. “We forgot him. I wonder where he is?”