Early the next morning after breakfast, Ted and Jan went out to the
barn to get Nicknack to have a ride.
"Where is you? I wants to come, too!" cried the voice of their little
brother, as they were putting the harness on their goat.
"Oh, there's Trouble," whispered Ted. "Shall we take him with us,
Jan?"
"Yes, this time. We're not going far. Grandma wants us to go to the
store for some baking soda."
"All right, we'll drive down," returned Ted. "Come on, Trouble!" he
called.
"I's tummin'," answered Baby William. "I's dot a tookie."
"He means cookie," said Jan, laughing.
"I know it," agreed Ted. "I wish he'd bring me one."
"Me too!" exclaimed Janet.
"I's dot a 'ot of tookies," went on Trouble, who did not always talk
in such "baby fashion." When he tried to he could speak very well, but
he did not often try.
"Oh, he's got his whole apron _full_ of cookies!" cried Jan. "Where
did you get them?" she asked, as her little brother came into the
barn.
"Drandma given 'em to me, an' she said you was to have some,"
announced the little boy, as he let the cookies slide out of his apron
to a box that stood near the goat-wagon.
Then Baby William began eating a cookie, and Jan and Ted did also, for
they, too, were hungry, though it was not long after breakfast.
"Goin' to wide?" asked Trouble, his mouth full of cookie.
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