"Play cowboy," he answered.
"Girls can't be cowboys," Janet said.
"Well, I don't want you to be one," went on Teddy. "I'll be the cowboy."
"Then what'll I be?" asked Jan. "That won't be any fun, for you to do that and me do nothing!"
"Oh, I've got something for you to do," said Teddy, and he was quite serious over it. "You see, Jan, I've got to learn to lasso something that moves. The post won't move, but you can run."
"Do you mean run and play tag?" Jan asked.
Teddy shook his head.
"You make believe you're a wild cow or a pony," he explained, "and you run along in front of me. Then I'll throw my rope around your head, or around your legs, and I'll pull on it and you—"
"Yes, and I'll fall down and get all dirt!" finished Jan. "Ho! I don't call that any fun for me!"
"Well, I won't lasso you very hard," promised Ted; "and I've got to learn to throw my rope at something that moves, the cowboys say, else I can't ever be a real wild-wester. Go on, Jan! Run along and let me lasso you!"