"What's the
matter, Ted?"
"Matter with what, Jan?"
"What makes the ponies go so slow?"
"'Cause they're tired, I guess."
"Can't you find the rocks and let them rest and get a drink? I'm
awful thirsty, Teddy!"
"So'm I, Jan. We'll go on a little more and maybe we'll find the
rocks. Don't cry!"
"Pooh! who's goin' to cry?" demanded Janet quickly.
"I--I thought maybe you were," Teddy answered.
"I am not!" and Janet was very positive about it. "But I'm tired and
hungry, and I want a drink awful bad."
"So do I," added Teddy. "We'll go on a little more."
So, wearily, the ponies walked on carrying the Curlytops. Ted kept
looking ahead, and to the left and right, trying to find the rocks.
But, had he only known it (which he did later) he was going away from
them all the while instead of toward them.
All at once Clipclap stumbled and nearly fell.
"Whoa there! Look out!" cried Teddy, reining up the head of his
animal as he had seen Uncle Frank do. "Don't fall, Clipclap!"
"What's the matter?" asked Janet. "Did he step in a hole?"
"I don't know. I guess he's just tired," and Teddy's voice was sad.
For he was very weary and much frightened, though he did not tell
Janet so.
"Well, let's stop and rest," said his sister. "Do you think you can
find those rocks, Ted?"
"No, I don't guess I can. I guess we're lost, Janet."
"Oh, dear!" she answered.
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