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He was quite a distance off, but the Curlytops did not mind that. They were fond of walking. "Holler at him!" advised Janet. "He'll hear us and come to help us find out what's in here." Teddy raised his voice in the best shout he knew how to give. He had strong lungs and was one of the loudest-shouting boys among his chums. "Hey, Mister! Come over here!" cried Teddy.
Taking a lantern with him, while Mrs. Martin and the children waited a bit anxiously, Grandpa Martin went to see what had happened. The Curlytops heard him laughing as they saw the flicker of his light through the white tent. Then they heard Nicknack bleating again. The goat seemed, to those inside, to be kicking about with his little black hoofs. "Whoa there, Nicknack!" called Grandpa Martin.
I dug as fast as I could, for I knew how you Curlytops loved your goat. He's all right, I guess." And Nicknack was none the worse for having been buried under the sliding sand. As they learned afterward Trouble had slipped off to have some fun by himself with the pet animal.
"Yes, indeed, those same Curlytops!" It was easy to understand why Grandpa Martin, as well as nearly everyone else, called the two Martin children Curlytops. It was because their hair was so tightly curling to their heads.
After a good time on the farm the children had more fun when, as told in the second book, named "The Curlytops on Star Island," they went camping with grandpa. On Star Island in Clover Lake they saw a strange blue light which greatly puzzled them, and it was some time before they knew what caused it.
Then the two Curlytops would flatten their noses against the window and peer out. "What are you looking for?" asked Mother Martin, the first time she saw the children do this. "Indians," answered Teddy, never turning around, for the train was still in the wood and he did not want to miss any chance.
These did not help with the housework though I suppose you might say they did, too, in a way, for they ate the scraps from the table and this helped to save work. In the first book of this series, called "The Curlytops at Cherry Farm," I had the pleasure of telling you how Jan and Ted, with their father, mother and Nora went to grandpa's place in the country to spend the happy vacation days.
"Yes, I'll have to go now," the cowboy said, and, leaping into the saddle, he rode away in a cloud of dust. The Curlytops and Trouble wandered around among the ranch buildings. Daddy Martin, seeing that the children were all right, left them to themselves. "I'se hungry," said Trouble, after a bit. "So'm I," added Teddy. "Do you s'pose that funny Chinaman would give us a cookie, Jan?"
"It's lots of fun. I'm glad I came." "So'm I. Oh, look at the lots of ponies!" she cried, as she and Ted turned a corner of one of the ranch buildings and came in sight of a new corral. In it were a number of little horses, some of which hung their heads over the fence and watched the Curlytops approaching. "I'd like to ride one," sighed Teddy wistfully. "Oh, you mustn't!" cried Jan.
Uncle Frank and his cowboys had come back from looking after the lost ponies, but had not found them. He, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Martin, were very much surprised when the Curlytops came riding up to the ranch in Doctor Bond's automobile. "Well, where in the world have you been?" cried Mother Martin. "We were just beginning to get worried about you children. Where were you?"
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