“’Tisn’t any such thing!” declared Janet. “How many marbles have you, Ted Martin?”
“Oh, I guess maybe I have a hundred. But marbles are different, and——”
“How many tops have you, Ted Martin?”
“Well, maybe, now, about ten or eleven. But——”
“How many boats have you, Ted Martin?”
“Oh, about nine, but——”
“Well, don’t talk to me about a dozen dolls!” cried Janet. “You boys are just as bad as we girls that way.”
“Maybe we are,” replied Ted, with a laugh. “Hello, where’s Trouble?” he asked suddenly, looking around and not seeing his small brother.
“He was here a moment ago,” said Janet, and her voice grew a little anxious.
“I know he was,” said Ted. “But he isn’t here now. Oh, Trouble!” he called loudly.