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.

"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?"_