“Maybe he likes his new bed so much he doesn’t want to wake up,” said Janet.
Teddy paused a moment to think this over.
“Maybe,” he said. “But I wish he’d come out and see us. I’m going in to see if he’s all right,” he added.
Together the Curlytops stepped within the woodshed. They could see quite well now, from the faint light that came in through the window, and they looked over to where Skyrocket’s sleeping box was, in a corner.
Stooping down over the box, Ted put in his hand. He expected to feel the soft, fluffy back of Skyrocket. But, instead, his hand only met the carpet which the little boy had folded and put in the box that afternoon to make a soft bed for his pet.
“Is he all right?” asked Janet.
“He—he isn’t here at all!” exclaimed Ted.
“He isn’t here! You mean Skyrocket isn’t here?” cried Jan.
“Not in his box,” added her brother. “You can come and feel for yourself.”
Janet did so. She faced Teddy in the half-darkness of the woodshed.