“We are the Trippertrots, but we don’t know where we live, if you please,” said Mary.
“Because we are lost—we are always getting lost,” added Tommy. “But perhaps some one has come for us.”
So the poor woman went to the door, and there stood a boy with a white apron on.
“Ah, I’ve found you at last!” he said, when he saw the Trippertrots. “I’m the grocery boy and I’ve been looking all over for you and the wagon.”
“We’re here, but the horse and wagon are gone,” replied Mary.
“Well, never mind,” said the grocery boy, as he waved his white apron. “Come with me, if you please.”
ADVENTURE NUMBER SEVEN
THE TRIPPERTROTS AND THE GROCERY BOY
“Well, aren’t you coming with me?” asked the grocery boy, as Tommy stood staring at him. As for Mary, she was looking in the oven, to see if the turkey was cooking, and it was turning the loveliest brown color you could imagine. And Johnny Trippertrot was playing spin tops with one of the boys of the poor family. So, you see, Tommy was the only one the grocery boy could look at, or talk to.
“Aren’t you children coming with me?” asked the grocery boy again, after a bit.
“Where do you want us to go?” inquired Tommy.