"Look! It's moving again!" cried Aunt Jo.
She pointed to the suitcase. It was an extra large one, holding almost as much as a trunk, and it stood against the wall of her room.
As they looked they all saw the cover raised a little, and then the whole suitcase seemed to move slightly.
"Maybe it's Skyrocket, our dog," said Ted. "He likes to crawl into places like that to sleep."
"Or maybe it's Turnover, our cat," added Janet.
Uncle Frank hurried across the room to the suitcase. Before he could reach it the cover was suddenly tossed back and there, curled up inside, where he had been sleeping, was the lost Trouble!
"Oh, Trouble, what a fright you gave us!" cried his mother.
"Were you there all the while?" Aunt Jo demanded.
Trouble sat up in the suitcase, which was plenty big enough for him when it was empty. He rubbed his eyes and smiled at those gathered around him.
"Iss. I been s'eepin' here long time," he said.