“There comes a horse and carriage,” said Tommy. “I’m going to choose that for mine.”
“But you can’t take that in my auto,” said Mary. “It’s far too big.”
“So it is,” agreed Tommy. “Wait a minute, there comes a messenger boy with a box of candy. I’ll choose that.”
“Which, the boy or the candy?” asked Johnny.
“The candy, of course!” exclaimed Tommy, with a laugh. “There might not be room in the auto for the boy.”
“Well, you’d better be quick about what you’re going to choose, Johnny!” called Mary, “for my red auto is moving along pretty fast, and it may be out of our block before we get our ride in it. Hurry up, Johnny.”
“Well, I’ll choose that fruit-stand across the street,” spoke Johnny.
“That’s nice,” said Mary. “We shan’t be hungry on our trip, anyhow, with Tommy’s box of candy, and Johnny’s fruit-stand. Come on, now, get in my auto.”
So the boys made-believe help their sister into the make-believe auto, and they closed the doors and turned on the gasolene, and away they went as fast as anything, if you will kindly believe me. Only, of course, it was only make-believe, pretend riding, you know.
They went to New York, and a place called Osh-Kosh, and to Mumbly-Bumbly and to Kalamazoo and even part way to the moon, but, of course, all this while they were really only in the front room of their house, peeping out of the window.