"I guess he means cake," whispered Teddy, and that was just what Hop Sing did mean. He brought out some nice cake on a plate and Trouble and the Curlytops had as much as was good for them, if not quite all they wanted.
"Glood clake?" asked Hop Sing, when nothing but the crumbs were left—and not many of them.
"I guess he means was it good cake," then whispered Janet to her little brother.
"Yes, it was fine and good!" exclaimed Teddy. "Thank you."
"You mluch welclome—clome some mo'!" laughed Hop Sing, as the children moved away.
They spent the morning playing about the ranch near the house. They made a sea-saw from a board and a barrel, and played some of the games they had learned on Cherry Farm or while camping with Grandpa Martin. Then dinner time came, but Uncle Frank and the cowboys did not come back to it.
"Won't they be hungry?" asked Teddy.
"Oh, they took some bacon, coffee and other things with them," said Aunt Millie. "They often have to camp out for days at a time."
"Say, I wish I could do that!" cried Teddy.
"Wait until you get to be a cowboy," advised his father.