Then the third lady leaned over to kiss Tommy, and the feathers in her hat tickled Mary so that she sneezed three times, and part of another one.
“Goodness me!” exclaimed the lady.
“Now I am going to run home with you,” said the old fisherman, and soon he was safe at the Trippertrot house, and my! how glad Mary and Tommy and Johnny were to get back. Their papa and mamma hugged and kissed them, and so did Suzette, the nursemaid, and the children said they would never go away from home again.
But, oh, dear! Just read the next story and see what happened.
ADVENTURE NUMBER THIRTEEN
THE TRIPPERTROTS AND THE OLD MAN’S HAT
One very windy day the three little Trippertrots were up in the playroom of their house, looking out of the window and wondering what they could do to have a good time.
“Now I do hope you children will not run off anywhere to-day,” their mamma had said to them as she went downtown to the five-and-ten-cent store to buy a new fur coat—excuse me, I meant a dipper. “Please stay in the house unless something special, extra-extraordinary happens.”
“Oh, yes, we will,” promised Mary; and Tommy and Johnny, her brothers, promised the same thing.
Well, as they were looking out of the window of the playroom, they saw a nice old gentleman crossing the street in front of their house. The old man was going very slowly, because he had rheumatism, I guess, or maybe the epizootic, when all at once, the wind, which was blowing very hard, blew right up under his tall silk hat, and blew it off his head. It almost blew off the hair on the old gentleman’s head, and if it had not been fastened tightly there, something like that surely would have happened.
“Oh, there goes his hat!” cried Tommy.