But none of the children seemed to know, so they just sat there in the wagon.
ADVENTURE NUMBER SIX
THE TRIPPERTROTS AND THE POOR FAMILY
“Where do you suppose this horse is going?” asked Mary, of her brothers, after a while.
“Home, I guess,” said Tommy.
“Do you mean to his home, or our home?” asked Johnny. “Because, if he goes to our home, it’s all right, but if the horse goes to his own home, why—why——”
“We’ll be lost again, that’s all,” said Tommy, simply.
“Oh, we’re lost now,” cried Mary, as she looked out of the front of the wagon. “We’re on a strange street, that I never saw before, and I don’t know how far from home.”
“Well, we’ll get back some time,” said Johnny, “so we don’t need to worry about it. We always do get home, somehow or other, and perhaps we’ll have another funny adventure, like being carried up into the air by the balloons.”
“Oh, I wish we would!” exclaimed Tommy. “Anyhow, I’m hungry, and if an adventure is going to happen I wish it would be one with something to eat in it.”
“What! You don’t mean to say you are hungry so soon after our big Thanksgiving-turkey-dinner, do you?” asked Mary Trippertrot.