CHAPTER III

WHAT SHALL WE DO?

"Here, Teddy! Wait a minute!" called Mr. Martin, but Ted did not wait.

He was already at the front door. Trouble had started after his brother,

but Janet remained with her mother.

"I wonder who it can be, just at lunch time," said Mrs. Martin. She

glanced at the table to see if it were properly set, and began to think

rapidly whether there would be enough pie for dessert.

"Will you and daddy really have to go away, Mother?" asked Janet, as the

murmur of voices came from the front hall, whither Mr. Martin and

Trouble had followed Ted.

"I'm afraid so," was the answer. "Your father had a letter this morning

telling of some trouble about business, and unless he wishes to lose a

lot of money he and I will have to go and see about some property he

owns in a distant state."

"But I don't see why we couldn't go!" said Janet.

"Take you out of school, with the fall term just well started!"

exclaimed Mrs. Martin. "No, indeed! You must stay and study; that is,

all but William."

"But we don't want to stay here if you and daddy go away!" cried Janet,

almost on the verge of tears. "It won't be any fun here alone!"

"No, I suppose not," agreed Mrs. Martin. "And yet your father and I must

go. We can't afford to lose this money. I must make some plans. I hardly

know what to do. I wonder who came then?"

More talk and laughter sounded in the hall. Teddy came tramping back

into the dining room, carrying with him a little jacket belonging to his

brother William.

"Look, Mother!" cried Ted. "Skyrocket had dragged this over in Bob

Newton's yard. He was playing with Trouble's jacket--I mean our dog

was--and Bob saw him and took it away. Bob just brought it back. Look,

it's got a hole in it!" and Ted held up the little garment, torn by the

teeth of Skyrocket.

"Oh, what a bad dog!" cried Mrs. Martin.

"He didn't mean to!" said Ted quickly. "Bob said he was just shaking it

and playing with it."

"I--I--guess he was makin' believe it was a cat," explained Bob, another

of the playmates of the Curlytops. "I saw him come runnin' into my yard,

shakin' somethin', and first I thought it was a cat. But when I saw what

it was--Trouble's coat--I took it away from Skyrocket, and brought it

over here."

"We're much obliged to you, Bob," said Mrs. Martin. Mr. Martin, when he

found the visitor was not for him, began reading the troublesome letter

again.

"Where's Skyrocket?" asked Janet, not seeing the dog with which she and

Ted had so much fun.

"Oh, he ran off when I took the jacket away from him," answered Bob.

"I wonder how he got Trouble's jacket," mused Jan.

"I--I took it off when I climbed up on de boxes to slide," explained

William.

"That's right!" exclaimed Ted. "I saw it on the ground after Mr. Brennan

lifted him down with the stepladder. You brought him out his sweater,

Mother."

"Yes, so I did. I thought he had come out with nothing over his waist.

Well, I'll have to mend this jacket now. Trouble, why didn't you pick up

your jacket after you dropped it?"

"Oh--jest--'cause!" murmured the little fellow, and they all laughed

except Mr. Martin. He seemed too worried over the letter even to smile.

"Well, I must get back," said Bob, twisting his cap which he held in his

hands. "I--now--I've got to get back."

"Have you had your dinner, Bob?" asked Mrs. Martin.

"Part--part of it," Bob answered. "All but the fancy part."

"Oh, you mean the dessert?" asked the mother of the Curlytops.

"Yes'm, and there wasn't any to-day."

"Suppose you stay and have dessert with us," suggested Mrs. Martin, well

knowing how children like to eat away from home.

"Yes'm, I--I could do that," agreed Bob, his face brightening.

"Couldn't he have all dinner with us, and not just dessert?" suggested

Ted.

"Of course," his mother replied.

"Maybe Bob has eaten all he can," suggested Mr. Martin, folding the

letter and putting it in his pocket.

"Oh, no! I can eat a lot more!" quickly cried Bob. "You ought to see me

eat!"

"Well, we'll give you a chance," said Mr. Martin, and they all sat down

to the table.

The Curlytop children told Bob about the toboggan slide, which he had

not yet seen, as he lived several houses down the street and had had no

hand in building up the big pile of empty boxes.

"An' you ought to see me in the box!" cried Trouble, when he had a

chance to speak.

"Yes!" exclaimed Jan. "Oh, how he frightened us!"

While the children were thus talking Mr. and Mrs. Martin were conversing

in low tones. And once Ted heard his mother ask:

"What shall we do?"

"Something will have to be done," her husband answered. "We must find

some one to look after the children while we are away, for we shall

certainly have to go. I can't let this slip away from me."

"No, indeed!" agreed his wife, with a sigh. "And yet, with the

Christmas holidays coming on, it will be too bad to be away from the

children."

"Perhaps we may get back by Christmas," remarked her husband.

Ted did not listen to all this, but he heard words here and there, and

Christmas was one of them.

"How long to Christmas?" he asked.

"Quite a while," his mother replied. "It isn't Thanksgiving yet."

"How long before it will snow?" Janet wanted to know.

"That may happen any day now," replied her father, with a glance out of

the window. "It was getting colder as I came in. If you children go out

to play again you must wrap up warmly."

"We will!" promised Ted. "We're going to play toboggan again," he added.

"You can stay and play with us, Bob," he said.

"Thanks! That'll be fun. Oh, you have pie!" he added quickly, as he saw

Nora coming in with the dessert. "I like pie!" he frankly admitted.

"So do I," said Ted.

"An' I want two pieces!" declared Trouble.

"Hush, dear," cautioned his mother, in a low voice.

The meal over, the Curlytops prepared to go out in the yard again, to

have fun on their paraffine-greased sleds. Bob ran home after his,

promising to bring some candle ends, as those Mrs. Martin had found for

Ted had nearly all been used.

Such fun as the Curlytops and their playmates had in the yard after

dinner! Tom and Lola came back, with some other boys and girls, and they

coasted down the toboggan slide one after the other. Trouble was put to

bed for his afternoon nap, and so neither Ted nor Jan had to watch him,

which gave them more time for fun.

"Say, it's getting real cold!" exclaimed Bob, blowing on his red hands

after a coast down the wooden hill. "I guess maybe it will freeze

to-night."

"Do you think it will, Tom?" asked Ted of his best chum.

"Well, it's pretty cold," was the answer. "But I don't believe it will

freeze ice enough for skating."

"If it only freezes a little ice that would be enough," Ted declared.

"No, it wouldn't!" asserted Tom. "They won't let us skate on the pond

lessen the ice is real thick."

"I wasn't thinking of the pond," said Ted. "I have an idea! Come on over

here, Tom, and we'll talk about it. I'm sorter--now--tired of coasting

on a wooden hill. I'd like some snow."

"Maybe it'll snow and freeze, too," said Tom, as he and Ted walked off

by themselves to talk.

That evening, after an afternoon of fun on the toboggan, the Curlytops

sat in the living room reading on one side of the table, while Mr. and

Mrs. Martin were talking in low voices on the other side. Trouble had

been put to bed. It was Friday night. There had been no school that day

on account of an educational meeting which all the teachers had to

attend, and there was no home work for Ted and Janet to worry about. So

they could sit up and read until bedtime.

But, for some reason or other, Ted did not seem very intent on his book.

Every now and then he would look up from it and appear to be listening.

"What's the matter?" Janet asked him after one of these periods of

listening.

"Oh, nothing," her brother answered.

Janet, too, was not as much interested in her story as she ordinarily

was. What her mother had said that afternoon, about having to go away

with daddy leaving the children at home, was worrying the little girl

more than she liked to admit.

Mr. Martin was just saying something about getting ready to leave in

about a week, and Janet was going to ask who would come to keep house

and stay with them, when a shrill whistle sounded out in the street.

"There's Tom!" cried Ted, dropping his book and fairly jumping from his

chair.

"You aren't going out now!" said Mr. Martin. "It's after eight o'clock,

Ted."

"I'm just going out in the back yard a minute," Ted answered. "I

promised Tom I'd meet him there."

"All right, but don't go away," his mother said, and Ted promised.

Snatching his cap down off the nail, he hurried out, giving a shrill

whistle while still in the house in answer to another call from his

chum.

"Quiet, Ted! You'll awaken William!" exclaimed Mrs. Martin. "And don't

slam the door!"

But this warning came too late. The door was slammed, but Trouble seemed

to sleep on. He was tired from his day of play. Janet could hear Tom and

Ted talking on the side porch.

"I guess maybe they're going to toboggan a little by moonlight," thought

the girl. Then her mind went back to the letter of that afternoon, and

she remembered what her father had said about having to go away or else

lose a lot of money. Janet did not understand much about business--very

little, in fact--but she knew what it meant to lose money. Once she had

dropped five cents down a hole, and she never got it back. She always

remembered this.

"Who's going to stay with us, Mother?" Janet asked, after a pause.

"Stay with you when, dear?"

"When you and daddy go away."

"Well, we haven't decided that," her father answered. "In fact, it's

that which bothers us. We don't know just what to do. If it wasn't that

winter is coming we might take you along. But, as it is, we can't."

"We want somebody nice to stay with us," insisted Janet.

"Yes, of course, dear," agreed her mother. "We'll have to write to some

of our relatives and see who can come. I don't know just who would be

the best, or who could spare the time. And while I know you two

Curlytops will be all right, I shall be worried over William."

"Oh, I'll look after Trouble!" promised Jan.

"Yes, I know you'll do your best, dear. And now--"

But Mrs. Martin never finished that sentence. Suddenly, from the yard,

came loud shouts, a banging, rattling noise, and Ted's voice could be

heard yelling:

"Look out! Look out!"

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