goat, or anything like it, when Trouble came toddling up to their
seat.

"What you got?" asked Teddy of his little brother, noticing that
Baby William was chewing something. "What you got, Trouble?"

"Tandy," he said, meaning candy, of course.

"Oh, where'd you get it?" chimed in Jan.

"Nice boy gived it to me," Trouble answered. "Here," and he held the
package out to his brother and sister.

"Oh, wasn't that good of him!" exclaimed Jan. "It's nice chocolate
candy, too. I'll have another piece, Trouble."

They all had some and they were eating the sweet stuff and having a
good time, when they saw their father looking at them. There was a
funny smile on his face, and near him stood the newsboy, also smiling.

"Trouble, did you open a box of candy the boy left in your seat?"
asked Mr. Martin.

"Yes, he's got some candy," answered Jan. "He said the boy gave it
to him."

"I didn't mean for him to _open_ it," the boy said. "I left it
in his seat and I thought he'd ask his father if he could have it.
But when I came to get it, why, it was gone."