He could easily see it, because the pine needles were brushed
to one side. Then Baby William tried to turn around and look at the
back of his little bloomers.
"No, I isn't hurted," he said.
Janet and Ted laughed.
"I guess maybe he thought he might have broken his leg or something,"
remarked Teddy. "Now come on and don't fall any more, Trouble."
But the little fellow was not quite ready to go on. He stooped over
and looked at the ground where he had fallen.
"What's the matter?" asked Janet, who was waiting to lead him on,
holding his hand so he would not fall.
"Maybe he lost something," said Teddy. "Has he got any pockets in his
bloomers, Jan?"
"No, mother sewed 'em up so he wouldn't put his hands in 'em all the
while--and his hands were so dirty they made his bloomers the same
way. He hasn't any pockets."
"Then he couldn't lose anything," decided Ted. He was always losing
things from his pockets, so perhaps he ought to know about what he was
talking. "What is it, Trouble?" he asked, for the little fellow was
still stooping over and looking carefully at the ground near the spot
where he had fallen.
"I--I satted right down on him," said Trouble at last, as he picked up
something from the earth. "I satted right down on him, but I didn't
bust him," and he held out something on a little piece of wood.
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