“Oh, dear!” cried Mary. “How did it happen?”
“I don’t know,” answered Tommy. “Perhaps a little dog barked at the horse, and he ran away.”
“Who ran, the horse or the dog?” asked Johnny.
“The horse, of course,” replied Tommy, “and he’s running away now.”
“And with us, too; he’s running away with us!” said Mary. “I wonder where he’ll take us?”
“Maybe he’ll take us home,” spoke Tommy. “You know the milkman said he left milk at our house every morning, before we were out of bed, and maybe the horse knows where our house is. We’ll just stay in the wagon, and see what happens.”
“Well, if the horse doesn’t bring us to our house, he may go to his own stable,” said Johnny. “Then the milkman will come after him, and he’ll find us, and he’ll take us home.”
“Oh, that will be nice,” said Mary. So the three Trippertrot children stayed in the wagon, and the horse kept going on faster and faster, but still it was very nice, for the street was smooth, and they didn’t get shaken up the least bit.
And it was comfortable and warm and cozy down in the straw, and there were lots of bottles. After a bit the children were hungry, so they drank some of the milk.
“We’ll ask mamma or papa to pay the man for it,” said Tommy. “They will, for they like us to drink it.”