“We wanted a goat wagon,” replied Jan.
“Daddy, I guess you’ll have to get them one to keep them out of mischief,” said the mother of the Curlytops.
“I’ll see what I can do,” promised Grandpa Martin.
“Has anyone seen my thimble?” asked Grandma Martin after supper that night, when they were in the sitting-room. “I know I had it on when I was talking to you, Jan, as you stood near me a little while ago.”
“Maybe it’s in my hair, Grandma,” said the little girl.
“In your hair, child? What do you mean?”
“Why, you patted me on the head you know, and maybe the thimble stuck in. Mother’s ring came off her finger in Teddy’s hair once, and we couldn’t find it for a long time. Look in my hair,” and she bent her head down close to grandma’s spectacles.
“Why! There it is!” cried Grandma Martin with a surprised laugh, as she ran her fingers through Janet’s hair and discovered the missing thimble. It was caught in a tangle of curls just as it had been pulled off grandma’s finger.
“Ho! Ho!” laughed Grandpa Martin. “That’s a good hiding place. I lost a quarter last year. Come over here, Teddy, and let me see if it’s in your hair.”
“Why, Grandpa! I’ve washed my hair since then!”