"Oh, what a funny little Trouble!" laughed Mother Martin. "He
thought the boy meant to give the candy to him, I guess. Well, Daddy,
I think you'll have to pay for it"

And so Mr. Martin did. The candy was not a gift after all, but
Trouble did not know that. However, it all came out right in the end.

They had been traveling two days, and now, toward evening of the
second day, the Curlytops were talking together about what they would
do when they got to Uncle Frank's ranch.

"I hope they have lots to eat there," sighed Ted, when he and Jan
had gotten off the subject of Indians. "I'm hungry right now."

"So'm I," added his sister. "But they'll call us to supper pretty
soon."

The children always eagerly waited for the colored waiter to come
through the coaches rumbling out in his bass voice:

"First call fo' supper in de dinin'-car!"

Or he might say "dinner" or "breakfast," or make it the "last call,"
just as it happened. Now it was time for the first supper call, and
in a little while the waiter came in.

"Eh? What's that? Time for supper _again_?" cried Daddy Martin,
awakening from a nap.

Trouble stretched and yawned in his mother's arms.