“Did you put him anywhere, Trouble?” asked Janet.
“Ess, me put him somewhere,” answered Baby William, still stooping down and looking around the floor.
“Well, where’d you put him?” asked Ted.
Trouble shook his head.
“Me fordet!” he said simply.
That was often the way with Trouble. He would sometimes put his toys, or one of Janet’s dolls, maybe, away and forget where he had left it.
“I guess he put the turtle down on the floor when I called him to breakfast,” said Mrs. Martin, “and the turtle crawled off. Never mind, there’ll be plenty else to play with.”
“And maybe we can find another turtle,” said Ted. “Come on, Jan, we’ll look.”
“I have something else I want to do now,” answered the little girl.
“All right. Then I’ll go on a turtle hunt,” decided Ted. “Come on, Trouble. Show me where you found the one that got away.”