"Mind you! I'm not sure you'll like it," her father said, trying not to smile, "but if you don't, just save it for Nicknack. He isn't particular about candy."
"Oh, we'll like it all right!" laughed Ted. "Hurry, Jan. I'm hungry for candy now!"
The chocolate was very good, and Ted and Jan each had as large a piece as was good for them, and some to take home to their mother, with a little bite for Trouble. As the Curlytops were getting ready to leave their father's store the clerk came from the office and said:
"While you were gone, Mr. Martin, a lame boy came in here to see you."
"A lame boy?" Mr. Martin was much surprised.
"Yes. He said he had been in a Home up near Cherry Farm, where you were last summer," went on the clerk.
"What did he want?" asked Mr. Martin.
"I don't know. He didn't say, but stated that he would wait until you came back. So I gave him a chair just outside the office. He seemed to know about you and Ted and Jan."
"A lame boy! Oh, maybe it was Hal Chester!" cried Jan.
"But Hal isn't lame any more," Mr. Martin reminded her. "At least he is only a little lame. Did this boy limp much?" he asked the clerk.