“Oh, goody!” cried Tommy Trippertrot, “maybe he will give us some, and we can have a lot of fun with them.”
“Have you got any money?” asked Johnny.
“No,” said Tommy, sorrowfully, “I haven’t.”
“Then you can’t get any toy balloons,” spoke his brother.
“Perhaps Jiggily Jig, or the newsboy, would lend us a little money, until we can get some of our own when we reach home,” said Mary.
“Yes,” spoke the newsboy. “I will lend you as much as you need.”
Then the man with the toy, green balloons came closer to the drygoods box-ship, and he caught hold of it, and stopped it from sailing any farther, and he sang this little song:
“Toy balloons! Oh, toy balloons!
They sail as high as silver moons!
If you a toy balloon will buy,