"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."

"We want baking soda," answered Jan.

"And you shall have the best I've got. Where are you going--off to
look for the end of the rainbow and get the pot of gold at the end?"