ADVENTURE NUMBER FOUR
THE TRIPPERTROTS’ THANKSGIVING
“We must be careful to keep together,” said Mary to her brothers, as they floated along, carried by the balloons. “It would be dreadful if we lost each other.”
“Oh, we’re lost, anyhow,” said Tommy. “We’re always getting lost, it seems to me.”
“Yes, that is so,” admitted Johnny, “but Mary is right. We must try to keep together. I don’t want to float off all by myself alone.”
“And I guess I don’t, either,” said Tommy.
“But the funny part of it is that we can’t walk when we’re up in the air this way,” said Mary. “If the wind happens to blow me away from you boys, or if it blows you boys away from me, why, we can’t walk back again.”
“How do you know?” asked Tommy, politely. “We haven’t tried it yet. I’m going to see if I can walk in the air.”
And, would you ever believe it if I didn’t tell you? Why, that boy Tommy just wiggled his feet, as if he was walking on the ground, you know, and he kept tight hold of the string of the balloon, and my goodness sakes alive and the pancake turner! There he was, walking along, just as if he was on the sidewalk. Only it was ever so much easier, you know.
“Oh, I can do it! I can do it!” cried Tommy, in delight. “You do it, Mary and Johnny. Come up here where I am.”
“All right, wait for us,” spoke his sister. “Don’t get too far ahead, or we might not be able to catch up to you.”