THE CURLYTOPS
TOURING AROUND
CHAPTER I
DOWN THE WELL
“Come on, Jan! Now will be a good time to try it!”
“All right, Ted. But are you sure it will be safe?”
“Course I am! Why, it’s a big rope and I’m not very heavy, Jan.”
“I know that. But s’posing I shouldn’t be able to pull you up again?”
“Well, I could get up by a ladder, I guess. Come on now before Trouble comes out to bother us. He’s in the house with mother and we have a good chance now.”
Two children, a boy and a girl, each with clustering curls on their heads, darted down a path, around the house, and ran toward the apple orchard at the rear.
Ted Martin’s hair was darker than that of his sister Janet, but the locks of each were so clustered on their heads that the children were more often called “Curlytops,” than their right name.
Now the curly tops of the brother and sister were bobbing about as they ran along, intent on having what they called “fun,” though, as you will soon see, it developed into mischief. But that, as Ted said afterward, wasn’t their fault.