Teddy and Janet knew what that meant. They had learned this kind of fun at Grandpa Martin's Cherry Farm. Here, on Ring Rosy Ranch, there was a large barn filled with hay, and there was plenty of room to slide down in the mow, or place where the hay was put away.
"Come on!" cried Janet. "Well give him a good slide, Teddy."
A little later the Curlytops and Baby William were laughing and shouting in the barn, rolling down and tumbling over one another, but not getting hurt, for the hay was too soft.
Pretty soon the dinner horn blew and, with good appetites from their morning's fun, the children hurried in to get something to eat.
"This is a good dinner!" announced Teddy as he passed his plate a second time.
"Yes," agreed Mother Martin. "I hope your father and the cowboys have as good."
"Oh, they'll have plenty—never fear!" laughed Uncle Frank's wife. "They never go hungry when they're on the trail."
After dinner Trouble went to sleep, as he generally did, and Teddy and Janet were left to themselves to find amusement.
"Let's go for another ride," suggested Teddy.
"All right," agreed Janet.