curls that the little boy's fingers were fairly entangled in them.

"Say!" he exclaimed, "I wish my hair didn't curl so much! It's too
long. I'm going to ask mother if I can't have it cut."

"I wish I could have mine cut," sighed Janet. "Mine's worse to comb
than yours is, Ted."

"Yes, I know. And it always curls more on a rainy day."

Both children had the same curly hair. It was really beautiful, but
they did not quite appreciate it, even though many of their friends,
and some persons who saw them for the first time, called them
"Curlytops." Indeed the tops of their heads were very curly.

"Oh, I know how we can do it!" suddenly cried Janet, just happening
to think of something.

"Do what?" asked her brother.

"Play the soldier game. You can pretend you were caught by the enemy
and your gun and uniform were taken away. Then you can be hurt and
I'll be the Red Cross nurse and take care of you in the tent. I'll get
some real sugar for pills, too! Nora'll give me some. She's in the
kitchen now making a cake."

"Maybe she'd give you a piece of cake, too," suggested Teddy.

"Maybe," agreed Janet. "I'll go and ask her."