But there came no “Caw! Caw!” in answer, nor did the Curlytops hear the sound of popping corks.
“It’s too bad about Mr. Jenk’s crow,” said Ted, after they had tramped about for some time with no success.
“Maybe he flew off to go in some show,” suggested Janet, with a laugh. “He likes to do his tricks and have us watch him.”
“There’s no telling where he is,” decided Ted. “I guess we may as well go back home. If we’re going to camp out in the woods I have lots of things I want to take along.”
“So have I,” decided Janet. “I don’t know which of my dolls to take.”
“Take ’em all,” suggested Ted.
“Theodore Martin! As if I could take a dozen dolls!” cried Janet.
“A dozen? Have you a dozen dolls?” asked her brother, in surprise.
“Course I have! And I know some girls that have ’most two dozen,” said Janet.
“Whew!” whistled Ted. “Two dozen dolls! That’s terrible!”