For all the ponies ran out of the corral and were
scattering over the prairie.
"Oh, Trouble! did you let the horses out?" asked Janet, as her
little brother came out from behind the gate and toddled toward her
and Ted. The runaway horses were now well out of the way. "Did you
open the gate?"
"Yes. I did open gate," Trouble answered, smiling.
"What for?" asked Teddy.
"Help little horses get out," said Trouble. "Them want to get out
and Trouble help them. Trouble 'ike ponies!"
"Oh, but, my dear, you shouldn't have done it!" chided Mother
Martin, who had come out of the house to find out what all the
excitement was about. "That was very naughty of you. See all the work
you have made for Uncle Frank and his men."
"Horses run out when Trouble open gate," was the only reply Baby
William made.
"Yes, I know," went on his mother. "But it was wrong! You must never
again open any gates on Uncle Frank's ranch. Just think--the horses
might have stepped on you or kicked you!"
"We didn't see him near the gate or we'd have stopped him," put in
Teddy.
"That's true," added Janet. "The first we saw was the ponies going
out, and then we saw Trouble behind the gate."
"He didn't mean to be bad," said his mother, as she carried him back
to the house, "but he has made a lot of work. I'll have to punish him
by not letting him out to play for an hour or so.
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