"Why, what's the matter, Jan?" asked Teddy.
"We—we're lost!" gasped the little girl. "I can't see Uncle Frank's house anywhere!"
It was true enough. None of the ranch buildings were in sight, and for a moment Ted, too, was frightened. Then as his pony moved on, a little ahead of Jan's, the boy gave a cry of delight.
"There it is! I can see the house!" he said. "We're not lost. We were just down in a hollow I guess."
And so it was. The prairies, though they look level, are made up of little hills and valleys, or hollows. Down in between two hills one might be very near a house and yet not see it.
"Now we're all right," went on Teddy.
"Yes," agreed Janet "We're not lost anymore."
So they rode on a little farther, the ponies now and then stopping to crop a bit of the sweet grass, when, all of a sudden, Teddy, who was still a little ahead of his sister, called:
"Look there, Jan!"
"Where?"