“I wants more!” cried Trouble, when he had hungrily eaten these. “I wants more!”
“Ted, we’ll just have to find the way home,” said his sister.
“I wish I could,” he answered slowly. “It wouldn’t be so bad if we were campin’ out, for then we’d have somethin’ to eat. We are goin’ campin’ with grandpa some day,” he went on. “He said so—on Star Island, maybe. But then we’ll have lots to eat, and we won’t mind if we’re lost.”
“Well, I mind it now, and so does Trouble!” declared Jan. “Let’s look again for the way home.”
They left Nicknack tied, and, holding the hands of Trouble, the two Curlytops wandered about in the woods. They took care not to go too far away from the goat wagon, for they did not want to lose sight of that. Such a thing must never happen. The goat did not seem worried. He nibbled bits of grass, leaves and ferns and then knelt down and stretched out on his side and seemed to go to sleep.
“It must be gettin’ night,” said Jan in a whisper, as they came back, not having found anything that looked like a path.
“It isn’t very dark,” answered Ted hopefully.
“No. But see, Nicknack’s going to bed.”
“Oh, well he often sleeps in the daytime,” went on her brother. “Anyhow it’s dark because there’s so many trees in the woods. If we could get out on the road it would be light.”
“But we can’t find our way out,” said Janet, and her voice shook a little. “If we go too far we’ll get more lost than ever. Oh dear! I wish we hadn’t come! I want mother and daddy and grandma and grandpa. I want to go home!”