"Yes, we're going for a ride," answered Jan. "Oh, Ted, get a blanket
or something to put over our laps. It's awful dusty on the road to-
day, even if it did rain last night. It all dried up, I guess."
"All right, I'll get a blanket from grandpa's carriage. And you'd
better get a cushion for Trouble."
"I will," said Janet, and her brother and sister left Baby William
alone with the goat for a minute or two.
When Jan came back with, the cushion she went to get another cookie,
but there were none.
"Why Trouble Martin!" she cried, "did you eat them _all?"_
"All what?"
"All the cookies!"
"I did eat one and Nicknack--he did eat the west. He was hungry, he
was, and he did eat the west ob 'em. I feeded 'em to him. Nicknack was
a hungry goat," said Trouble, smiling.
"I should think he was hungry, to eat up all those cookies! I only had
one!" cried Jan.
"What! Did Nicknack get at the cookies?" cried Ted, coming back with a
light lap robe.
"Trouble gave them to him," explained Janet. "Oh dear! I was so hungry
for another!"
"I'll ask grandma for some," promised Ted, and he soon came back with
his hands full of the round, brown molasses cookies.
"Hello, Curlytops, what can I do for you. to-day?" asked the
storekeeper a little later, when the three children had driven up to
his front door. "Do you want a barrel of sugar put in your wagon or a
keg of salt mack'rel? I have both.
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