"And I'm the driver and I don't mind the big guns. Come on,
that'll be fun!"
Filled with the new idea, the two children hurried around the side of
the farmhouse out toward the barn where Nicknack, their pet goat, was
kept. Mrs. Martin smiled as she saw them go.
"Well, there'll be quiet for a little while," she said, "and William
can have his sleep."
"What's the matter, Ruth!" asked an old gentleman coming up the walk
just then. "Have the Curlytops been getting into mischief again?"
"No. Teddy and Janet were just having one of their little quarrels.
It's all over now. You look tired, Father."
Grandpa Martin was Mrs. Martin's husband's father, but she loved him
as though he were her own.
"Yes, I am tired. I've been working pretty hard on the farm," said
Grandpa Martin, "but I'm going to rest a bit now. Want me to take
Trouble?" he asked as he saw the little boy in his mother's arms. Baby
William was called Trouble because he got into so much of it.
"No, thank you. He's asleep," said Mother Martin. "But I do wish you
could find some way to keep Ted and Jan from disputing and quarreling
so much."
"Oh, they don't act half as bad as lots of children."
"No, indeed! They're very good, I think," said Grandma Martin, coming
to the door with a patch of flour on the end of her nose, for it was
baking day, as you could easily have told had you come anywhere near
the big kitchen of the white house on Cherry Farm.
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