"I'm not hurt a bit!" she said. "I fell right in a pile of leaves, and
it was like jouncing up and down in the hay."
"What's the matter with Trouble?" asked Ted.
Baby William kept on crying.
"Never mind!" put in Jan. "Sister'll kiss it and make it all better!
Where is you hurt, Trouble dear?"
The little fellow stopped crying and looked up at Jan, his eyes filled
with tears.
"My posy-tree is hurted," he said, holding a broken flower out to his
sister. "Swing broked my posy-tree!"
Trouble called any weed, flower or bunch of grass he happened to pick
a "posy-tree."
"Oh, I guess he isn't hurt," remarked Teddy. "If it's only a broken
posy-tree I'll get you another," he said kindly. "Are you all right,
Trouble? Can you stand up?" for he feared, after all, lest Baby
William's legs might have been hurt, since they were doubled up under
him.
Trouble showed he was all right by getting up and walking about. He
had stopped crying, and Ted and Jan could see that he, too, had fallen
on a pile of soft leaves near the swing, so he was only "jiggled up,"
as Jan called it.
One side of the grapevine swing had torn loose from the tree, and thus
it had come down with Jan and Trouble.
"I guess it wasn't strong enough for two," said Ted. "Maybe I can find
another grapevine."
"I'd like a rope swing better," Janet said.
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