“Yes, look through this hole,” said Jiggily Jig, and he pointed to the one in the side of the box. “You will see something green,” he went on, “and that must be the home of the Trippertrots.”
“Oh, I don’t have to look through the hole,” said the newsboy. “As long as the rain isn’t coming down any more, I can look out of the top of the box, and I can see better.”
So he stood up, and looked at the green thing that Jiggily Jig had seen, and then, all of a sudden, the newsboy cried out:
“Oh, dear! What a disappointment! Oh, dear!”
“Why, whatever is the matter?” asked Mary, surprised like.
“Oh, that isn’t your house at all,” went on the newsboy.
“Why, it’s green; isn’t it?” asked Jiggily Jig.
“Yes, it’s green,” said the newsboy.
“Well, the Trippertrot house is green,” answered Jiggily Jig.
“I know, but just you take a look at this,” invited the newsboy. “Why, that green thing you saw was a man with a whole lot of toy, green balloons, such as you see in the circus. And he is coming this way with them.”