“You’ll have plenty to see and find lots to do to-morrow,” said their mother.
“I guess we will,” agreed Ted. “I’m going fishing. You can catch terrible big fish in the ocean!” and his eyes opened wide.
“I can have lovely play parties on the sand with my dolls,” added Janet.
Trouble had been put to bed near his mother’s room.
“I’m goin’—dig a hole for a nelli—for a nellifunt—an’—an’——”
But that was as far as Trouble could get—his voice trailed off into nothing, for he had fallen asleep even as he talked. And soon Ted and Janet had joined him in Slumberland.
Bright and early the next day the Curlytops and Baby William went down on the sand to play. Janet had her dolls—for she carried them around two at a time, and sometimes three. She had a large family of dolls, and they were quite a responsibility, which is another name for trouble, you know.
William carried his sand pail and shovel, and Ted had a collection of shingles, some sticks of wood, bits of wire and string.
“I’m going to make something,” he said.
“What?” asked his sister.