"I hope you find him all right," said Mrs. Martin, with a sigh.

"Oh, we'll find him all right--don't worry," her husband answered.

Laughing among themselves at the trick Trouble had played, Janet,
Teddy and Mr. Martin started for the home of Mr. Newton, which was
three or four long streets away, toward the edge of the town.

On the way they looked here and there, in the yards of houses where
the children often went to play.

"For," said Mr. Martin, "it might be possible that when Trouble
found he could drive Nicknack, which he could do, as the goat is very
gentle, he might have stopped on the way to play."

"Yes, he might," said Jan. "He's so cute!"

But there was no sign of the little boy, nor the goat, either.

Finally Mr. Newton's house was reached. Into the yard rushed Janet
and Teddy, followed by their father. Bob Newton was making a kite on
the side porch.

"Hello, Curlytop!" he called to Ted. "Want to help me fly this?
It's going to be a dandy!"

"Yes, I'll help you," agreed Ted. "But is he here?"

"Who here?" asked Bob, in some surprise.