The horse looked at the children, and the Trippertrots looked at the horse, and then Mary said:
“Now we ought to tie him to a post, so he can’t get away any farther, and then go telephone to the man. Otherwise, we might get lost ourselves.”
“But we don’t know who owns the horse,” said Tommy.
“Yes, there is his name on the side of the wagon,” said Johnny, and, surely enough, there was the grocery man’s name in big letters.
“What name do you think it is?” asked Mary, of her brothers.
“Oh, how funny of us!” exclaimed Tommy. “None of us can read, because we’re only in the kindergarten class, so we can’t tell what the name is on the wagon.”
“I can read!” cried Johnny. “I can read words like ‘cat’ and ‘dog.’”
“But I don’t think the grocery man’s name is either cat or dog,” spoke Mary.
“Then what are we going to do?” asked Johnny.
“We can tie the horse to a post,” said Mary, “and then we can go home and tell papa about it, and he can come and read the name for us.”