“Oh, dear me!” laughed Mrs. Martin, “I might just as well let you stay up playing the button game, as to let you ask me so many questions.
“Now run along to bed, both of you! As soon as daddy has made up his mind where we’ll go for the summer vacation we’ll tell you. Maybe you’ll hear in the morning. But go to bed now, like good children!”
There was no staying up after that. But Teddy suddenly thought of something.
“Oh, Mother!” he cried, “may Jan and I just go and look to see if Skyrocket is all right? I put a new piece of carpet in his box to-day for him to sleep on, and I want to see if he likes it!”
“Oh, yes, please! I want to see, too!” begged Janet eagerly.
“Well, you may take just one look at Skyrocket,” agreed Mrs. Martin, “and then come straight in and go to bed!”
“Yes’m; we will!” promised Ted. “Come on, Jan!”
Skyrocket was their dog; a dear, curly, black fellow, and all three children loved him. While Skyrocket, I am sure, felt that nowhere in the world were there such delightful children as the Curlytops and little Trouble. Skyrocket slept in a box in the woodshed, just outside the kitchen door.
Out to the shed hurried Ted and Jan. It was a little after eight o’clock, and just getting dark.
“Do you think Skyrocket will like his new carpet?” asked Jan, as Ted opened the door.