"He is Clipclap," answered Teddy, giving the name he had picked out for his new pet. "And we are the Curlytops."
"Yes, I can see that all right," laughed the doctor with a look at the crisp hair of the little boy and girl. "But where do you live?"
"At Uncle Frank's ranch," Janet answered.
"You mean Mr. Frank Barton, of the Circle O?" the doctor inquired.
"Yes, only we call it the Ring Rosy Ranch now, and so does he," explained Teddy.
"The Ring Rosy Ranch, is it? Well, I don't know but what that is a good name for it. Now tell me about yourselves and this pony."
This Teddy and Janet did by turns, relating how they had come out West from Cresco, and what good times they were having. They even told about having gone to Cherry Farm, about camping with Grandpa Martin and about being snowed in.
"Well, you have had some nice adventures!" exclaimed Doctor Bond. "Now about this sick—"
"Is some one ill?" enquired Mrs. Bond, coming in from the chicken yard just then, in time to hear her husband's last words, "Who is it?"
On the Western prairies when one neighbor hears of another's illness he or she wants to help in every way there is. So Mrs. Bond, hearing that some one was ill, wanted to do her share.