“Maybe they’ll come looking for us,” said Ted eagerly.
“They won’t know where to find us.”
“We can holler! Come on! Let’s do that!”
Jan and Ted made their voices sound as loudly as they could in calls that echoed through the woods. Trouble, too, joined in, sometimes singing his funny song.
“Here we are! Here we are!” cried Jan and Ted.
But, though they called and shouted no one seemed to hear them. Every once in a while they would stop and listen, but they heard no answer. The only noises were the country sounds—the fluttering of the birds through the trees, with now and then a song from one of the feathered creatures. The leaves blew in the wind, making a rustling, and sometimes, when the bushes moved, Trouble would hide behind Jan, for he was afraid.
“Oh, what shall we do?” asked Jan, half ready to cry, while it seemed to grow darker in the woods. “We are truly lost, Ted, and what shall we do? Look, Nicknack is fast asleep!”
The goat’s eyes were closed. He had eaten his supper and gone to sleep. He was not worried about being lost. Any place was home to him if his friends, the Curlytops, were there. But it was different with the children.
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” said Ted, at length.
“What?” asked his sister.