Farther and farther they sailed—those Trippertrot children, until, all of a sudden, Mary looked out from behind the newspaper sail, and she exclaimed:
“Oh, here we are back in the streets of the city again! We are sailing in the gutters, just as we were before.”
“Sure enough, so we are!” said Tommy, and they really were back where they had been, before they got out on the little lake in the meadow. Then the wind blew on the sail, and the box-ship went on and on, through the rain, which came down pitter-patter again.
And a very funny thing happened soon after that.
ADVENTURE NUMBER THREE
THE TRIPPERTROTS AND THE TOY BALLOONS
“Oh, do you think you will ever find our house?” asked Mary, as she sat down on the bottom of the box, and ate up the last crumbs of the molasses cookies which the newsboy had given her and her brothers.
“Oh, I’m sure we will!” exclaimed Jiggily Jig, suddenly awakening.
“And will we be there soon?” asked Tommy.
“Very soon,” answered Jiggily Jig, trying to turn a somersault inside the box. But there wasn’t room enough, and Jiggily stepped on the newsboy’s toes.
“Ouch! Don’t do that, please!” cried the newsboy. “Please don’t step on my toes.”