The Curlytops and Trouble wandered around among the ranch buildings. Daddy Martin, seeing that the children were all right, left them to themselves.
"I'se hungry," said Trouble, after a bit.
"So'm I," added Teddy. "Do you s'pose that funny Chinaman would give us a cookie, Jan?"
"Chinamen don't know how to make cookies."
"Well, maybe they know how to make something just as good. Let's go around to the cook house—that's what Aunt Millie calls it."
The cook house was easy to find, for from it came a number of good smells, and, as they neared it, the Curlytops saw the laughing face of the Chinese cook peering out at them.
"Lil' gal hungly—li' boy hungly?" asked Hop Sing in his funny talk.
"Got any cookies?" inquired Teddy.
"No glot clooklies—glot him clake," the Chinese answered.
"What does he say?" asked Janet of her brother.