“I know just how you feel,” said the kind milkman. “Well, I’ll soon fix it all right. I’ll go in to leave the bottles of milk for the old fisherman. He pours it in the bathtub, and fishes in it. Sometimes he catches eels, and sometimes bits of cheese or butter. It doesn’t much matter to him.
“But when I come out I’ll drive you home, and you won’t have to worry any more. Now you go hop in my wagon, and I’ll be out very shortly.”
“And will you tell Jiggily Jig that we’re much obliged to him, and that you’ll take us home?” asked Tommy.
“To be sure I will,” answered the milkman, and then he went around the side of the house to leave the bottles of milk, while Mary and Johnny and Tommy ran and got in the milk wagon, cuddling down in the straw that was on the floor.
And, oh! how nice and warm and comfortable it was there.
“We’ll soon be home now,” said Mary, drowsily, for she was very tired.
“Yes,” said Tommy and Johnny together, and they, too, were very sleepy, and, before you could count fifty backwards, the three Trippertrot children were slumbering in the milk wagon.
ADVENTURE NUMBER ELEVEN
THE TRIPPERTROTS AND THE LITTLE BABY
All of a sudden Mary woke up. She looked out of the little door in the wagon, and she saw houses and trees and telegraph poles moving quickly by.
“My goodness!” exclaimed the little Trippertrot girl, “I wonder why everything is going so fast?”