“I play wif you!” offered Trouble, coming from a dark corner of the attic, where he had become covered with cobwebs.
And then Jan broke out again in a wailing cry:
“Teddy! Teddy! I can’t get out! I’m locked in!”
This time Ted knew it was no joke. Jan’s voice showed that she was frightened and was crying.
The Curlytop boy looked all around the attic. It had in it no closet where Janet might have gone in and closed the door after her, thus locking herself in. And if there was no closet where could she be? That is what Ted wanted to know.
Again came that wailing cry from Janet.
“Teddy! Teddy! Get me out!”
The Curlytop boy was very much puzzled and not a little frightened. Only a little while before Janet had been close beside him playing with the spinning wheels. Then, it seemed but a minute, Ted turned his back to make up some new game, and Janet had disappeared. Now she was locked in. But where?
“Janet! Janet! Where is you?” called Trouble.
That is what Ted should have asked. For right away came the answer.