“I went everywhere to try to get home, and it was dark, all but the moon; and I saw the stack, and a board went from the ground to the top of it.”
“Sure enough, the prop.”
“And I was so tired!”
“Poor child!”
“And I never saw the water come before, and it was only wet enough to wet my feet when I got up.”
“Well, well! We’ll go home and get something to eat.”
The man walked into his kitchen with the little girl and the guitar on his shoulders.
“Why, John, are you back? Dear me, if there isn’t that same child—Puppet!”
John went off to his work again. Puppet ate her breakfast, and told her story, and then said,—
“Please, mum, may I play with the cart?”