“The sides of it are green, but the top is red,” said Tommy. “I know, ’cause when the men were painting our house the one who was on the roof spilled some of his paint, and it fell on the end of my nose, and it was red.”
“What was red, the paint or your nose?” asked Johnny.
“My nose was red after the red paint fell on it,” said Tommy. “That’s how I know that the roof of our house is red.”
“But there are other red roofs besides ours,” spoke Mary.
“Oh, but there’s another reason why I know that is our house,” went on Tommy.
“How?” asked Johnny.
“Because that turkey gobbler went in there. I heard Suzette, our nursemaid, say this morning that we were going to have turkey for Thanksgiving. To-day is Thanksgiving, and there goes the turkey into a house with a red roof, and our house has a red roof, so that’s our home. Oh, how glad I am! Come on, we must wiggle ourselves until we get right over the top of it, and then we can call out, and papa and mamma will come out with the step-ladder, and get us.”
So the children walked along through the air, holding to the strings of their toy, green balloons, until they were right over their house. Then they all cried out together, as loudly as they could:
“Papa! Mammal Here we are! Up in the air! Come and get us!”
A minute later Mr. and Mrs. Trippertrot ran out on the balcony over the front porch and looked up. There they saw their children.