“Yes, I—I guess I am,” said Tommy.
“And so am I!” exclaimed Johnny. “But I know where I can get something to eat.”
“Where? Oh, tell me where!” cried Tommy, eagerly.
“Right in this wagon,” said Johnny. “It’s full of groceries, and we can eat some of them. There are oranges, and I saw some nuts, and some candy, and some crackers, and cheese and—and—oh, there is plenty to eat.”
“But it isn’t ours,” objected Mary, quickly, “and we mustn’t take what isn’t ours.”
“No, that’s so,” said Johnny, sadly.
“Oh, I know how we can fix it,” spoke Tommy. “We can take what we want—not too much, of course—and we can keep account of it, and when we find the man who owns the grocery wagon we can ask papa to pay him for what we took. I’m sure he will.”
“Yes, I guess he will,” agreed Johnny.
“Besides,” added Mary, “the grocery man might give us some pennies for stopping his horse from running away, and we could pay him back with those.”
“Yes, only but we’re not stopping his horse from running away,” said Tommy, “for he is running as fast as he can.”