“We’ll look for you,” chorused Ted and Janet, and Trouble murmured:
“I dig a big hole an’ make water come in for the nellifunt.”
“Well, children, how do you like it here?” asked Mrs. Martin, when the three had returned to the cottage, where Norah was getting supper.
“It’s great here!” burst out Ted.
“And I digged a well, I did, an’ a lot of water came in, but Jan says nellifunts won’t drink salt water!” proclaimed Trouble.
“You ought to have seen us tip over the wrong umbrella!” chuckled Ted.
“Tip over the wrong umbrella! What do you mean?” demanded his mother.
Then the story was told, and though Mrs. Martin looked solemn for a few minutes, she could not help laughing when she found that Mr. and Mrs. Randall were not angry.
“You must be more careful, Curlytops,” she said, and Ted and Janet promised that they would.
Supper was rather late, on account of just arriving at a strange cottage, and when the meal was over and the children had played about for a short time, they were glad enough to go to bed.