“From behind the telegraph pole,” answered Jiggily Jig.
“And where have you been?” inquired Tommy.
“Behind the telegraph pole,” said Jiggily Jig. “Oh, I was there ever so long, watching you children, but I wasn’t sure you were the Trippertrots, so I didn’t want to come out.”
“Where are you going?” asked Johnny.
“I’m going back behind the telegraph pole, when I do what I can for you,” replied Jiggily Jig. “I live there, you know.”
“What, not behind a telegraph pole?” asked Mary. “You don’t mean to tell me you live there!”
“Why not, I’d like to know?” asked Jiggily Jig. “People live in houses, when telegraph poles are in front of them, so why shouldn’t I live behind a telegraph pole? Come here, and I’ll show you.”
So tripping, and leaping, and dancing, and jumping, Jiggily Jig led the Trippertrots to the telegraph pole, and there, as true as I’m telling you, was the cutest little house you could imagine. It was made out of a whole lot of little dolls’ houses built into one, and there was a front porch, and steps with an upstairs to it, and a chimney on the roof, and doors and windows, and everything that is found in a regular house.
“Oh, how lovely!” cried Mary, in delight.
“Yes, it’s fine!” exclaimed Tommy and Johnny.