"Well, as long as you don't make it a practice, we won't count
this time," said the man who had told them not to stand talking in
the road. "Now scoot back to the sidewalk--or, here, George, you
take them over. That's a nice dog you have."
George, it proved, was the driver, and he took Sister by one hand
and Brother by the other. Nellie held Sister's other hand and
Brother carried Brownie, and in this order they made their way
safely back to the pavement on the other side of the street.
"Good-bye, and don't forget about keeping out of the street," said
the truck-driver cheerfully, when he had them neatly lined up on
the curb.
They watched him run back to his machine--as Brother observed, he
didn't look to see whether any motor-cars were likely to run him
down, but then, of course, he was grown up and used to them--saw
him mount to the high seat, and waved good-bye to all three men.
Then they walked on, for the sand-toys were still to be bought.
Brother and Sister were the most careful of shoppers, and with
Nellie to help them by suggestions, they managed to find a set of
tin sand-dishes, a windmill that pumped sand, a little iron
dumpcart that would be very useful to carry loads, and a string of
tin buckets that went up and down on a chain and filled with sand
and emptied again as long as anyone would turn the handle.
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