Anyhow mine's better'n Ted's!"
"Now don't start that again," warned Mother Martin, playfully
shaking her finger at the two children. "Be nice now. Amuse
yourselves in some quiet way. It will soon be time to go to bed. You
must be tired. Be nice now."
"Come on, let's go for a walk," proposed Jan again, and Ted, now
that the forget-memory dispute was over, was willing to be friendly
and kind and go with his sister.
So while Trouble climbed up into his mother's lap, and the older
folks were talking among themselves, the two Curlytops, not being
noticed by the others, slipped off the porch and walked toward the
ranch buildings, out near the corrals, or the fenced-in places, where
the horses were kept.
There were too many horses to keep them all penned in, or fenced
around, just as there are too many cattle on a cattle ranch. But the
cowboys who do not want their horses which they ride to get too far
away put them in a corral. This is just as good as a barn, except in
cold weather.
"There's lots of things to see here," said Teddy, as he and his
sister walked along.
"Yes," she agreed. "It's lots of fun. I'm glad I came."
"So'm I. Oh, look at the lots of ponies!" she cried, as she and Ted
turned a corner of one of the ranch buildings and came in sight of a
new corral. In it were a number of little horses, some of which hung
their heads over the fence and watched the Curlytops approaching.
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