"Oh, yes! Henry Simpson!" exclaimed Ted. "Trouble likes him. But Henry's house is away down at the end of the street."
"Well, sometimes William goes a good way off," said his mother. "I hope he's there. But we must search all over the house."
"And even down cellar," added Uncle Frank. "I know when I was a little fellow I ran away and hid, and they found me an hour or so later in the coal bin. At least so I've been told. I don't remember about it myself. I must have been pretty dirty."
"Oh, I don't think Trouble would go in the coal," said his mother. "But, Nora, you might look down there. We'll go upstairs now."
With Uncle Frank and Aunt Jo to help in the search the Curlytops and their mother went up toward the top of the house. Mother Martin looked in her room, where Trouble slept. He might have crawled into her bed or into his own little crib, she thought. But he was not there.
"He isn't in my room!" called Ted, after he had looked about it.
"Are you sure?" asked the anxious mother.
"Yes'm."
"And he isn't here," added Janet, as she came out of her room. "I looked under the bed and everywhere."
"In the closet?" asked Uncle Frank.