As the Trippertrot children were going up the steps of the house, to see who lived there, they heard a baby crying. Oh, how sadly that baby cried! and Mary and Tommy and Johnny knew the big tears must be running down its face, for they were once babies themselves, and they knew what happens when you cry.
“Poor little baby!” exclaimed Mary. “I wonder what’s the matter with it?”
“Maybe a pin is sticking it,” suggested Tommy.
“Maybe it can’t find its rattlebox,” said Johnny.
And just then the door of the house opened, and out came a nice lady.
“I heard what you children said,” she exclaimed, “and the trouble with my baby is that he is hungry.”
“Why don’t you give him something to eat, then?” asked Johnny.
“I do,” answered the lady. “I sent the nurse girl to the store for some milk, but she has been gone an hour, and is not back yet, and my baby is crying with hunger. I can’t see what keeps that girl.”
“Maybe she is lost, the same as we are,” said Mary.
“Oh, you poor little dears! Are you lost?” asked the nice lady. “Then come right in the house and get warm.”