“What you going to do now, Teddy?” asked Janet the next day, when she saw him starting off toward the beach with the wooden sand mill he had made.
“I’m going to have some fun,” was the answer. “I’m going to dig a tunnel and then I’m going to make a hill of sand and let the grains run off the hill down on my sand-mill paddles and turn it.”
“I’ll come and help you,” offered Janet.
“Well, don’t let Trouble come,” urged Ted. “He’ll only cave in the tunnel after I make it.”
“Trouble is too sick to come,” Janet said. “Mother has sent for the doctor.”
“Oh, is he as sick as that?” Teddy asked.
“Oh, Mother said she don’t guess he is very sick,” Janet replied. “But she wants to see if it’s measles or anything like that. I guess he’ll be all right.”
The Curlytops, with their sand pails and shovels, went down on the beach to play. They saw Mr. and Mrs. Keller just ahead of them.
“We’re going to have another look for the keys and the ring,” explained Mr. Keller to the children.
“We hope you find them,” said Teddy, politely.