“Looking for our dog,” said Teddy, beginning to remember that his mother had told him to be careful not to drop the last letter “G” from his words that needed it. “Skyrocket is lost.”
“Skyrocket lost?” cried Tom Taylor. “How’d it happen?”
Teddy told the simple little story, and also how he and Janet had been looking for their missing pet, and how Trouble had been caught in the carriage wheel.
“I’ll help you look,” offered Tom. “Skyrocket is a nice dog. Maybe some tramp opened the woodshed window and coaxed him out,” he added.
“There’s a tramp up at our house now,” said Ted, rather proud to be able to tell such news as that.
“A tramp! There is?” cried Tom. “Did he take Skyrocket?”
“Well, he isn’t zactly a tramp,” went on Ted, and then he explained about the man his father and Patrick had carried in. “When he gets woke up I’m going to ask him about Skyrocket, though.”
“I guess you’d better,” agreed Tom. “Now come on, I’ll help you look.”
But, though the two little boys wandered here and there, calling and whistling, there was no sign of Skyrocket.
“I guess we’ll have to put a piece in the paper about him,” decided Ted, as he sat down to rest on the bank of a little pond in the shade of a willow tree.