“What’s that?” cried Tommy.
“We’ve hit something,” said Mary.
“Yes, you’ve hit me!” exclaimed a voice, and then the big box suddenly stopped, and a funny boy poked his head in the top through the newspapers.
“We didn’t mean to hit you,” said Tommy, politely, “but our box went very fast.”
“And we couldn’t see where we were going,” added Johnny.
“All except the newsboy, and he has to keep looking through the knot-hole to see our green house,” explained Mary. “He might have seen you, but he didn’t.”
“We’re very sorry if we hurt you, funny boy,” said the newsboy, sad like.
“Oh, pray do not mention it,” said the boy who had stopped the drygoods box, as it was floating down the street. “It was merely a little bump on my nose.” Then he began to turn somersaults until he had somersaulted through the papers on top, just as the circus man jumps through a paper hoop, right inside the box where the Trippertrot children were, and all of a sudden Mary cried out:
“Why, it’s Jiggily Jig, the funny boy!”
“Yes, of course it is!” cried Tommy and Johnny.