Then she
looked at the apron. Then she thought about the milk cart. She
wondered if she wanted to go in the milk cart badly enough to
wear that apron over her Sunday dress! She stuck her finger in
her mouth and looked sidewise at Grandmother Winkle.
Grandmother didn't say a word. She just looked firm and held up
the apron.
Very soon Kat came slowly--very slowly--and Grandmother buttoned
the apron up behind, and that was the end of that.
The Twins could hardly eat any breakfast, they were in such a
hurry to go. As soon as they had taken the last spoonful, and
Grandfather Winkle had finished his coffee, they ran out into the
place where the dogs were kept, to help Grandfather harness them.
There were two black and white dogs. Their names were Peter and
Paul.
The wagon was small, just the right size for the dogs; and it was
painted blue. The bright brass cans full of milk were already in;
and there was a little seat for Kat to sit on.
When the last strap was fastened, Grandfather lifted Kat up and
set her on the seat. She held on with both hands.
Then Grandfather gave the lines to Kit, and a little stick for a
whip, and told him to walk slowly along beside the dogs. He told
him to be sure not to let go of the lines.
Grandfather walked behind, carrying some milk cans.
Grandmother stood in the door to see them off; and, as they
started away, Kat took one hand off the cart long enough to wave
it to her. Then she held on again; for the bricks in the pavement
made the cart joggle a good deal.
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