Daddy Martin came hurrying in from where he was getting ready to run the automobile under a shed. He stooped down and looked closely at Janet.
“What did you say?” he asked. “Are you playing some game, Jan?”
“Oh, no, it isn’t a game!” exclaimed the little Curlytop girl. “The wind blew, and it just blew Teddy away. He’s out in the middle of the lake now, I guess!”
“The lake! The wind! I see what she means!” cried Uncle Ben.
Out of the door, and out on the bungalow porch ran Uncle Ben, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Martin. Jan, still holding Trouble by the hand, followed more slowly.
“There he is!” cried Mr. Martin, pointing toward Silver Lake, which, just then, was glowing red from the setting sun. “Ted is out in a boat.”
“Yes, that’s what I mean,” added Janet. “Teddy got in a boat. He wanted me to come, and Trouble, too, but I wouldn’t. But Teddy got in a boat, and the wind did blow him away, it did!”
“That’s what I thought the minute she spoke about the wind!” cried Uncle Ben.
“Oh, Teddy!” cried Mrs. Martin. “Is it deep out there?” she asked her husband.
“No, not very,” he answered. “The little tyke! I thought I told him not to get into a boat alone,” he went on.