The Curlytops Snowed In - BestLightNovel.com
You’re reading novel The Curlytops Snowed In Part 24 online at BestLightNovel.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit BestLightNovel.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
"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.
"Well, of all things!" cried Aunt Jo. "I couldn't imagine what made the suitcase move, and there it was Trouble wiggling in his sleep."
"How did you come to get into it?" asked Uncle Frank.
"Nice place. I like it," was all the reason Trouble could give.
He still had on his jacket and rubber boots which his mother had put on him when he said he wanted to go out and play in the snow with Jan and Ted.
"And, instead of doing that he must have come upstairs when I wasn't looking and crawled in here," said Mrs. Martin. "You mustn't do such a thing again, Baby William."
"Iss, I not do it. I'se hungry!"
"No wonder! It's past his supper time!" cried Aunt Jo.
"Did you find him?" called the anxious voice of Daddy Martin from the front door. He had just come in. "He wasn't down at the Simpsons'," he went on.
"He's here all right!" answered Uncle Frank, for Mrs. Martin was hugging Trouble so hard that she could not answer. She had really been very much frightened about the little lost boy.
"Well, he certainly is a little tyke!" said Mr. Martin, when he had been told what had happened. "Hiding in a suitcase! That's a new kind of trouble!"
They were all laughing now, though they had been frightened. Trouble told, in his own way, how, wandering upstairs, he had seen Aunt Jo's big suitcase, and he wanted to see what it would be like to lie down in it.
He could do it, by curling up, and he was so comfortable once he had pulled the cover down, that he fell asleep.
The cover had not closed tightly, so there was left an opening through which Trouble could get air to breathe. So he did not suffer from being lost, though he frightened the whole household.
Supper over, they sat and talked about what had happened that day, from building the snow bungalow to hunting for Trouble. Before that part had been reached Trouble was sound asleep in his mother's lap, and was carried off to his real bed this time. A little later the Curlytops followed, ready to get up early the next day to have more fun.
"Well, we haven't got that big storm yet, but it's coming," said Uncle Frank, as he looked at the sky, which was filled with clouds.
"And will we be snowed in?" asked Ted.
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that," his uncle answered. "Would you like to be?"
"If you and Aunt Jo will stay."
"Well, I guess we'll have to stay if we get snowed in, Curlytop. But we'll have to wait and see what happens. Where are you going now?"
"Over on the little hill to coast. Want to come with me, Uncle Frank?"
"No, thank you. I'm too old for that. I'll come some time, though, and watch you and Janet. What are you going to do with your goat?" he asked, as he saw Ted taking Nicknack out of the stable.
"Oh, our goat pulls us over to the hill in the big sled, and then we slide down hill on our little sleds. I'm going to take Jan and Tom Taylor and Lola."
"And Trouble, too?" Uncle Frank asked.
"Not now. Trouble is getting washed and he can't come out."
"No, I guess he'd get cold if he did," laughed Uncle Frank.
He helped Ted hitch Nicknack to the big sled, not that Ted needed any help, for he often harnessed the goat himself, but Uncle Frank liked to do this. Then the Curlytops and Tom and Lola Taylor started for the hill.
There they found many of their playmates, and after Nicknack had been unhitched so he could rest he was tied to a tree and a little hay put in front of him to eat. The hay had been brought from home in the big sled which stood near the tree to which Nicknack was tied, and Ted and Jan began to have fun.
Down the hill they coasted, having races with their chums, now and then falling off their sleds and rolling half way down the hill.
"I know what let's do, Teddy," said Jan after a bit.
"I know something, too!" he laughed. "I can wash your face!"
"No, please don't!" she begged, holding her mittened hands in front of her. "I'm cold now."
"Well, it'll make your cheeks nice and red," went on Teddy.
"They're as red now as I want 'em," answered Jan. "What I say let's do is to see can go the farthest on our sleds."
"Oh, you mean have a race?"
"No, not zactly a _race_," answered the little girl. "When you race you see who can go the _fastest_. But now let's see who can go the _longest_."
"Oh, I see!" exclaimed Teddy. "That will be fun. Come on!" and he started to drag his sled to the top of the hill, Janet following after, "like Jack and Jill," as she laughingly told her brother.
When the two children were about half way up the hill, their heads bowed down, for the wind cut into their faces, they heard a shout of:
"Look out the way! Look out the way! Here we come!"
Ted and Jan looked up quickly and saw, coasting toward them, another little boy and girl on their sleds.
"Come over here!" cried Teddy to his sister. "Come over on my side of the hill and you'll be out of the way."
"No, you come over with me!" said Janet. "This is the right side, and mother said we must always keep to the right no matter if we walked up or slid down hill."
"Well, maybe that's so," agreed Teddy. "I guess I'll come over by you,"
and he started to move across the hill, while the little boy and girl coasting toward him and Jan kept crying:
"Look out the way! Look out the way! Here we come!"
And then a funny thing happened. Teddy thought he was getting safely out of the way, and he certainly tried hard enough, but before he could reach the side of his sister Janet, along came the sled of the little boy, and right into Teddy's fat legs it ran.