Teddyand Janet were so surprised they did not know what to say. They just stood and looked at one another in the light of the lantern their father held after having milked the cow. Uncle Frank was in Nicknack's little stable with another lantern.
"Are you sure he isn't there?" asked Mr. Martin, for well he knew how sorry the Curlytops would feel if anything happened to their goat.
"There isn't a sign of him," answered Uncle Frank. "You can come and look for yourselves."
"Maybe he's lying down asleep," suggested Teddy.
"I've looked all over," said Uncle Frank.
Teddy darted out of the barn, followed by Janet.
"Here! Come back!" cried their father."You may get lost in the storm. It's snowing and the wind is blowing and it's hard to see where you're going, especially after dark."
"We want to see where Nicknack is," pleaded Teddy.
"Wait, and I'll go with you," his father remarked. "Perhaps he has burrowed down under the hay or straw to keep warm."
But when all four of them stood in front of Nicknack's little stable, which was too small for more than two to get in at a time, the Curlytops saw that their pet was not there. Uncle Frank flashed the lantern up high and down low, but no goat was to be seen.
"Where can he be?" asked Teddy, anxiously.
"Was the door fastened?" Daddy Martin inquired.
"Yes, it was shut and the catch was on. I had to take it off to get in," replied Uncle Frank. "Nicknack couldn't have gotten out that way."
"And there is only one door," went on Mr. Martin. "Did you look to see if any boards were loose on the sides of the stable, Uncle Frank?"
"No, I didn't, but I will."
With his lantern Uncle Frank began looking around the goat's stable, pushing against the boards, on the outside of which the snow was piled. Finally Uncle Frank gave a shout.
"What is it?" cried Teddy. "Have you found Nicknack?"
"No, but I've found the place where he got out. Look!"
Holding the lantern so all could see, Uncle Frank showed where a large board had been knocked loose. It swung to one side and showed a hole in the snow outside.
"Is he in there?" asked Jan, as she saw the hole. It was like the tunnel her father and Uncle Frank had dug, but smaller.
"I don't know whether he's there or not," answered Uncle Frank. "I'll have a look, though."
He pulled the board loose. It hung by one nail only. Then, stooping down so he could look into the hole, which seemed to have been dug in the snow outside, and flashing his lantern into it, Uncle Frank called:
"Here, Nicknack! Are you there? Come here!"
There was no answer, the only sound beingthe howl of the wind and the swish of the snowflakes in the storm.
"Isn't he there?" asked Teddy, his voice sounding as though he wanted to cry.
"I can't see him," answered Uncle Frank. "But I think he must be in the snow somewhere around here. We'll have to dig him out just as we dug you out of the big drift, Teddy."
"Is Nicknack in a drift?" Janet whispered. Somehow, if Nicknack were in a drift, it seemed better to Jan to talk in whisper.
"I can't imagine where else he would be," Uncle Frank said. "He must have gotten tired of staying here all alone, so, with his horns and head he just knocked this big board loose. That gave him room enough to get out, and then he began to dig his way through the snow. There was a little hollow place in the edge of the drift that is on this side of his stable, and that gave him a chance to start. He didn't paw any snow inside his stable, and that's why I didn't at first see which way he had gone."
"But how can we get him?" asked Jan, who felt the tears coming into her eyes.
"Oh, we can dig him out," her fathersaid. "Don't worry. We'll soon get Nicknack for you."
"To-night?" Teddy demanded.
"Well, maybe not to-night," his father answered. "It's pretty late now, and getting colder. And there's no telling how far away Nicknack has dug himself into the snow bank. He's a strong goat, Nicknack is, and once he started to burrow through the snow, one couldn't say when he'd stop. He might even dig his way to the house."
"Honest and truly?" asked Teddy.
"Well, he might," said Mr. Martin. "Anyhow, we'll wait until morning before we start digging for him."
"But won't he die?" asked Janet.
"No, he can get air under the snow for quite a while, just as Teddy could when he jumped into the drift. And if he gets hungry he can wiggle his way back to his stable the same way he wiggled out. The way is open and we'll leave this board off so he can get in easily. There is hay and water here. The water didn't freeze, being warm under so much snow and down in the hay where you put the pail, Teddy. So Nicknack will be all right until morning I think."
"What made him go out?" asked Teddy.
"I think he got lonesome," laughed Uncle Frank. "He missed you two Curlytops, and he wanted to come to see you."
"But where is he?" asked Janet.
"Oh, somewhere in the snow between here and the house," answered her father. "Don't worry about Nicknack. He's able to take care of himself. Maybe he'll be back in his stable in the morning."
Janet and Teddy were not at all sure of this, but they hoped it might prove true. They liked their goat very much. He was a fine playfellow for them.
"Let us call, Jan," suggested Ted. "Nicknack likes us, and maybe he'll answer if we holler. You call first."
"All right," Jan responded. Then, at the top of her voice, she yelled: "Nicknack, come here!"
Then Teddy shouted: "Nicknack! Oh, Nicknack!"
Then they all waited in silence, but heard nothing in reply to their calls.
"Well, it's of no use to stay here any longer," said Daddy Martin, as they stood looking at Nicknack's empty stable. "We'll leave everything as it is and come here in the morning. It will be easy enough forus to get out, now that we have the tunnel made."
"Yes, come on back to the house, and I'll tell you some stories about my Western ranch," added Uncle Frank. "Some day I want you Curlytops to come out there and have pony rides."
"Oh, can we?" cried Teddy.
"To be sure you can."
"And shall we get snowed in?" asked Janet.
"Well, not if I can help it. But come in the summer when there won't be any snow. You'll like it out on my ranch in Montana."
The Curlytops were sure they would, and they were so anxious to hear more about it and talk of getting pony rides among the cowboys that, for the time, they forgot about Nicknack's trouble.
Back to the house they went, locking the stable door after seeing that the horse and the cow had plenty to eat. Daddy Martin carried the pail of milk, of which Trouble was to have his share, for he drank a great deal of it.
"Nicknack's gone!" cried Teddy as they entered the house, after brushing and shaking off the snow.
"Gone!" cried Mother Martin.
And then she and Aunt Jo were told what the Curlytops had discovered when they went to the goat's stable.
"Well, maybe he'll come back," said Aunt Jo. "After supper I'll tell you about a new bungalow I'm going to build at Ruby Lake, and I want you two Curlytops to come to see me there."
"Oh, won't we have fun at Uncle Frank's ranch and Aunt Jo's bungalow!" cried Teddy.
"Yes, we will!" echoed his sister.
After supper Uncle Frank began to tell a Western story of things that had happened at his ranch. He told of Indians having taken some of his ponies, and of how he and his cowboys chased and caught the Red-men and took back the little horses.
"We didn't want them to steal our ponies," he said.
"Daddy didn't want that lame boy to take the pocketbook in his store, but the lame boy did," said Janet, who was fast falling asleep.
"What made you think of that?" asked her father.
"Oh, I was just thinking," answered thelittle girl. "Maybe that lame boy was hungry like Uncle Frank said the Indians were."
"Maybe," agreed her mother. "But it isn't sure he took the pocketbook. You never found out who he was, did you?" she asked her husband.
"No, the poor fellow seemed to be too frightened to come back. I hope nothing happened to him. I'd rather lose the money than have him hurt, though, of course, I wouldn't want to learn that he would take what was not his. But now, Aunt Jo, it's your turn to tell about your new bungalow."
So Aunt Jo began her story, and by the time it was finished Teddy and Janet were ready for bed, where Trouble had gone long before.
"Still snowing," said Uncle Frank, as he went to the back door and looked out. "I imagine this is the biggest storm you folks in the East ever had."
"Yes, it is," agreed Daddy Martin.
The house was soon dark and quiet, while outside the cold wind blew and the snow piled in big drifts.
Janet and Teddy had fallen asleep, wondering what had happened to their pet goat,and the first thing they asked, on awakening in the morning was:
"Is Nicknack here?"
"We haven't seen him," answered their mother. "But daddy and Uncle Frank are going to dig for him after breakfast."
When the meal had been finished it was found that the snow had stopped, at least for a time, and that the weather was a little warmer. Janet and Ted were allowed to play out in a cleared place in the yard.
"Part of the tunnel caved in during the night," said their father, "and we'll have to dig it out before we can get to Nicknack's stable. But we'll call you as soon as we find him."
It took some time to dig through the snow, and while their father and Uncle Frank were doing this Ted and Janet made a little hill in the yard and slid down that on their sleds.
Then they saw Uncle Frank coming toward them.
"Did you find Nicknack?" called the Curlytops.
"No. We dug through the hole he made in the snow, but it came to an end at your bungalow, and there's no sign of the goat."
"Maybe he's in our play bungalow," said Teddy.
"The door is closed," went on his uncle. "I'm afraid your goat is snowed under farther off. We're going to dig some more after dinner. But we'll find him."
Janet and Teddy were worried about Nicknack.
"Please dig hard for him!" begged Janet, as the two men started out with their shovels after dinner.
"We will," they promised.
Just as they were going out to the kitchen, to get their shovels which they had left in the back entry, there came a pounding in that very place as though some one were stamping snow off his boots.
"What's that?" asked Uncle Frank.
"Someone coming to see us—one of the neighbors perhaps," remarked Mr. Martin. "This is the first any of them have broken out after having been snowed in."
Once more the pounding noise sounded.
"Come in!" cried Uncle Frank, as he started toward the door.
"Baa-a-a-a!" came the answer.
"Nicknack!" cried Teddy and Janet joyously.
Uncle Frank threw open the door. There stood the goat, covered with snow, and stamping to get off as much as he could. Into the kitchen he walked as though he felt at home there, and Teddy and Janet began to hug him.
"Hold on there! Wait a minute!" called their father.
"What is it?" asked Mrs. Martin. "What's the matter, Dick?"
"There's something on that goat's neck!"
"Something on his neck?"
"Yes, a note or something. Nicknack has brought in something out of the storm. We must see what it is!"
TheCurlytops were very much excited when they heard their father say Nicknack had something on his neck. They had been so anxious to hug their pet that they had not thought of anything else, and had not noticed anything.
"We thought you were lost in the snow," murmured Janet.
"So he was," declared Teddy. "But he came in out of the snow," he added. "Didn't you, Nicknack?"
"Yes, and he brought something with him," went on Mr. Martin. "You must stop hugging Nicknack, Curlytops, until I see what it is."
He led the goat gently away from the children. Nicknack bleated again.
"I guess he's hungry," said Teddy.
"I'll get him a cookie!" offered Janet.
"You'd better give him a real meal," put in Nora. "He'll be hungry and want more than cookies, I'm thinkin'."
"Get him anything you like," said Mr. Martin, "as long as I get this off his neck. It is a note!" he cried. "It's tied on with a piece of string. It's a note—a letter!"
"Who in the world would send a note by Nicknack in that queer way, I wonder," remarked Mrs. Martin.
"I've read of persons lost in the mountains sending a note for help tied around the neck of a St. Bernard dog," said Uncle Frank. "Maybe somebody used Nicknack as a dog."
Meanwhile Teddy and Jan had to run to the pantry to get Nicknack something to eat. Trouble was now petting the goat and asking:
"Where you been, Nicknack? Where you been all dis while?"
"It is a note from some one in trouble!" cried Daddy Martin as he pulled the bit of paper from Nicknack's neck.
"What does it say?" asked Uncle Frank.
"And who is it from?" Mrs. Martin inquired.
"It's signed 'The Lame Boy,'" answeredher husband. "And he must be in the snow bungalow the children built!"
"In the snow bungalow!" cried Aunt Jo in surprise.
"That's what it says. I'll read it to you," went on Mr. Martin. Then, while Teddy and Janet fed cabbage leaves and pieces of cookie to their goat, their father read aloud the short note.
"I am out in a little playhouse in your yard," the note read. "I hurt my foot so I can't walk and I am snowed in. This goat came in to see me and I tied this note on his neck. I thought maybe he would take it to somebody who would help me. I have only a little piece of bread left to eat. Please help me, whoever finds this."
"I am out in a little playhouse in your yard," the note read. "I hurt my foot so I can't walk and I am snowed in. This goat came in to see me and I tied this note on his neck. I thought maybe he would take it to somebody who would help me. I have only a little piece of bread left to eat. Please help me, whoever finds this."
"Help him! Of course we will!" cried Uncle Frank. "Where's my shovel? Come on, Dick! We've got to dig him out! Come on, everybody!"
"I want to help!" cried Teddy.
"So do I!" added Janet.
"Let me dig!" begged Aunt Jo. "I can handle a snow shovel as good as a man, and you must be tired, Uncle Frank."
"No, we'll soon dig him out," said Daddy Martin. "The rest of you stay here. Ruth," he went on to his wife, "get some hot water ready, and a bed. If that poor boy has been snowed up in that bungalow for two or three days he must be almost dead, and half starved, too."
"But how did he get there?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"And who is he?" asked Aunt Jo.
"All I know is what I read in the note," replied the father of the Curlytops. "It may be the same lame boy who was in my store and ran away before I had a chance to talk to him."
"And maybe he's the one who you thought might have taken the pocketbook," added Uncle Frank.
"Well, we won't talk of that now," said Daddy Martin. "We'll get him dug out of the snow first, and ask him questions later. Come on!"
"How do you suppose Nicknack got to the bungalow?" asked Teddy.
"Oh, I guess he just dug his way through the snow, making a tunnel for himself from his barn," answered Mrs. Martin.
Whatever had happened to Nicknack heseemed glad now to be with his Curlytop friends. He ate the pieces of cookie and the cabbage leaves they gave him, and bleated to ask for more.
Turnover, the cat, and Skyrocket, the dog, who had been in the house ever since the big storm, were also glad to see their friend the goat.
"And we'll be glad to see that lame boy, whoever he is, when daddy and Uncle Frank dig him out," said Mother Martin.
With their big shovels it did not take the two men long to dig their way to the snow bungalow. The pile of white flakes was deep over it but not so deep that a tunnel had to be cut, though it was through a tunnel, as they found out afterward, that Nicknack had made his way from the bungalow to the house. Only it was a small tunnel, such as an animal would make wallowing his way through the drifts.
The day before, when looking for Nicknack, Uncle Frank and Daddy Martin had tunneled to the bungalow door, but in the night this tunnel had caved in, so they had to do the work over again.
"Here we are!" cried Uncle Frank, as his shovel struck on some wood. "This is thebungalow. Now to see who's inside of it!"
"Here's the place where the goat got out," went on Mr. Martin. "Whoever tied that note on his neck must have pulled loose a board to let him get out into the snow. Hello in there!" he called, striking with his shovel on the bungalow.
"Yes—I'm here," came back the faint answer.
"We'll have you out in a few minutes," cheerfully called Daddy Martin. "You'll soon be all right!"
Then he and Uncle Frank made larger the hole where the board had been torn off, for the snow was piled up against the door, having drifted heavily during the night.
As they entered the bungalow, after knocking off more boards, they saw, lying on the rug and a piece of carpet in the corner, a boy who, when he tried to stand up, almost fell.
"I—I'm sorry," he began, "but I——"
"Now don't say another word!" exclaimed Daddy Martin. "We'll take you to the house and you can talk afterward—after you've had something to eat and when you get warm. You'll be all right! Don't worry!"
Picking the boy up in his arms Mr. Martin carried him through the snow to the warm house. There the Curlytops and others gathered about him.
"He isn't Hal," whispered Janet after a look.
"No," answered her brother. "That isn't Hal."
"But he's lame," went on Janet, as she saw the boy limping across the room to a chair near the fire which Mrs. Martin made comfortable for him with blankets. "He's lame a whole lot!"
The Curlytops were anxious to hear the boy's story, but Daddy Martin would not let him talk until he had eaten some food and taken some warm milk.
"Now we'll listen to you," said Uncle Frank. "How did you come to go into the bungalow?"
"I went in there to get out of the storm," answered the boy. "My name is Arthur Wharton, and I used to be in the same Crippled Children's Home with Hal Chester. That's how I knew your name and where you lived. Hal told me. And when I was taken out of the Home I came to Cresco to find you, for I thought maybe you wouldhelp me," and he looked at Daddy Martin.
"Who took you away from the Home?" asked the Curlytops' father.
"A man who had charge of me after my father and mother died. They put me in the Home to get cured, but when they died this man, who had charge of what money my father left, said there was not enough to keep me there with the other boys and girls.
"So he took me out and made me go to work. Only I couldn't do much on account of my lame foot. So I ran away from that man. I had a little money saved up, and I came here. I heard Hal say how kind the Curlytops were and I wanted to see if their father could help me."
"Did you once come to my store?" asked Mr. Martin.
"Yes, I did," answered the lame boy. Mr. Martin did not speak of the lost pocketbook and money.
"Why didn't you wait to see me?" asked Ted's father.
"Because, after I was sitting in your store waiting for you, I got to thinking and I got scared for fear you'd send me back to that bad man who used me so hard. So I went out when the clerk wasn't looking. I gotanother place to work, and made enough to live on, but it was not as nice as when my father and mother were alive."
"And did you afterward come to this house and ring the bell?" asked Mrs. Martin.
"Yes, I was going to ask you to help me. But, at the last minute, I got afraid again and ran away. After that I didn't know what to do. I got a little work, but it wasn't much, and three or four days ago I was discharged because I was too slow on account of my lame foot. I worked in a store over at Butler." This was a place about five miles from Cresco.
"I thought maybe I could get work in your store," went on Arthur to Mr. Martin, "so I started to walk here again from Butler. I wasn't going to run away from you this time. But the storm came up, I lost my way and in the dark I crawled into the snow-covered house back of yours. First I thought it was a part of the stable. I found some things to eat in it."
"We left them from our play party," said Teddy.
"I'm glad you did," went on the lame boy with a smile, "for that is all I had. Thenmy foot got worse when it began to storm. Then I saw I was snowed in and I knew I'd have to stay. But I got hungry and I had only a crust of bread left, for I ate all the rest of your things, and I had to let snow melt in my hand and drink the water. Then the goat came in. I knew he was your goat, 'cause Hal had told me about Nicknack. The goat stayed with me all last night, and I snuggled up to him and kept warm. Then I thought maybe I could send him for help. I'd read of men in the mountains doing that with the dogs.
"I had a pencil, a paper and some string in my pocket. So I wrote a note and tied it on the goat's neck. Then I tore loose a board in the side of the little house and the goat began to burrow out through the snow. The hole he came in by was snowed shut. Then I guess I must have gone to sleep for that's all I remember until I heard you calling to me just now."
"Well, you have had a hard time," said Mr. Martin, "but now we will take care of you. Don't worry any more."
And Arthur did not. After a good meal to make him forget his hunger, he was put in a warm bed, and the next day he was muchbetter. The storm was over now, and people were beginning to dig themselves out after having been snowed in for so long a time.
One of Mr. Martin's clerks came up from the store to say that everything was all right down there, and he brought other good news.
"That pocketbook we thought the lame boy took," he said, "has been found."
"Where?" asked Mr. Martin, eagerly.
"It had fallen under a box and I saw it there when I cleaned the store and moved the box," was the answer.
"Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Teddy, when he heard the news.
"So'm I!" added Janet
They did not tell Arthur that, at one time, it was thought he might have taken the money. They did not want to make him feel bad. For he was happy now, with the Curlytops.
"Can he always live with us?" asked Janet.
"I like him," added Ted.
"I'm glad you do," said their father. "But I think it will be best to send him back to the Home for a while, as a doctor told me he could be cured of his lameness if he stayedabout a year. So we'll send Arthur back and in the summer we can go to see him when we visit at Cherry Farm."
Arthur said he would be glad to go back to the Home, for he had many friends there and liked it, though he liked the Curlytops, too. The man who was his guardian tried to make trouble and keep the boy from going back to be cured, but Mr. Martin and Uncle Frank soon had matters straightened out, and another guardian was put in charge of Arthur.
When the big storm was over the Curlytops had more fun on their skates and sleds. Then they got ready for Christmas. Arthur stayed with them until after the holidays. Then, much better than when he ran away and went wandering about in the cold, he was sent back to the Home, where, a year later, he was cured so he did not limp any more.
"And if it hadn't been that Nicknack found him in the bungalow and brought the note to us through the snow, we might not have known until too late that Arthur was there," said Mother Martin.
"Nicknack is a good goat!" exclaimed Teddy. "We'll always take him with us."
"Are you going to bring him out to the ranch when you come to see me?" asked Uncle Frank.
"Are we going out to your ranch?" asked Janet.
"Yes. I have spoken to your father about it, and he says you may come. But not until winter is over. It is no fun out there when it is cold."
What the children did when they went out to Montana you may learn by reading the next book of this series to be called: "The Curly tops at Uncle Frank's Ranch; or, Little Folks on Ponyback."
"Well, we had lots of fun being snowed in, didn't we?" asked Janet of her brother, after New Year's Day, when Arthur had said good-bye and gone back to the Home.
"Oh, we had an awful good time!" cried Teddy. "The best ever!"
Then Teddy and Janet went skating and had fun, with plenty more in prospect when they should go out West to Uncle Frank's ranch.
THE CURLYTOPS SERIESBy HOWARD R. GARIS12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. Jacket in full colors Price per volume, 50 cents. Postage 10 cents additional.The Curlytops at Cherry Farm1. THE CURLYTOPS AT CHERRY FARMor Vacation Days in the CountryA tale of happy vacation days on a farm.2. THE CURLYTOPS ON STAR ISLANDor Camping Out with GrandpaThe Curlytops camp on Star Island.3. THE CURLYTOPS SNOWED INor Grand Fun with Skates and SledsThe Curlytops on lakes and hills.4. THE CURLYTOPS AT UNCLE FRANK'S RANCHor Little Folks on PonybackOut West on their uncle's ranch they have a wonderful time.5. THE CURLYTOPS AT SILVER LAKEor On the Water with Uncle BenThe Curlytops camp out on the shores of a beautiful lake.6. THE CURLYTOPS AND THEIR PETSor Uncle Toby's Strange CollectionAn old uncle leaves them to care for his collection of pets.7. THE CURLYTOPS AND THEIR PLAYMATESor Jolly Times Through the HolidaysThey have great times with their uncle's collection of animals.8. THE CURLYTOPS IN THE WOODSor Fun at the Lumber CampExciting times in the forest for Curlytops.9. THE CURLYTOPS AT SUNSET BEACHor What Was Found in the SandThe Curlytops have a fine time at the seashore.10. THE CURLYTOPS TOURING AROUNDor The Missing Photograph AlbumsThe Curlytops get in some moving pictures.11. THE CURLYTOPS IN A SUMMER CAMPor Animal Joe's MenagerieThere is great excitement as some mischievous monkeys break out of Animal Joe's Menagerie.12. THE CURLYTOPS GROWING UPor Winter Sports and Summer PleasuresLittle Trouble is a host in himself and his larger brother and sister are never still a minute, but go from one little adventure to another in a way to charm all youthful readers.Send for Our Free Illustrated Catalogue.CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, PublishersNew YorkTHE RUTH FIELDING SERIESBy ALICE B. EMERSONRuth Fielding in Alaska12mo. Illustrated. Jacket in full colors.Price 50 cents per volume.Postage 10 cents additional.Ruth Fielding was an orphan and came to live with her miserly uncle. Her adventures and travels make stories that will hold the interest of every reader.Ruth Fielding is a character that will live in juvenile fiction.1. RUTH FIELDING OF THE RED MILL2. RUTH FIELDING AT BRIARWOOD HALL3. RUTH FIELDING AT SNOW CAMP4. RUTH FIELDING AT LIGHTHOUSE POINT5. RUTH FIELDING AT SILVER RANCH6. RUTH FIELDING ON CLIFF ISLAND7. RUTH FIELDING AT SUNRISE FARM8. RUTH FIELDING AND THE GYPSIES9. RUTH FIELDING IN MOVING PICTURES10. RUTH FIELDING DOWN IN DIXIE11. RUTH FIELDING AT COLLEGE12. RUTH FIELDING IN THE SADDLE13. RUTH FIELDING IN THE RED CROSS14. RUTH FIELDING AT THE WAR FRONT15. RUTH FIELDING HOMEWARD BOUND16. RUTH FIELDING DOWN EAST17. RUTH FIELDING IN THE GREAT NORTHWEST18. RUTH FIELDING ON THE ST. LAWRENCE19. RUTH FIELDING TREASURE HUNTING20. RUTH FIELDING IN THE FAR NORTH21. RUTH FIELDING AT GOLDEN PASS22. RUTH FIELDING IN ALASKA23. RUTH FIELDING AND HER GREAT SCENARIO24. RUTH FIELDING AT CAMERON HALL25. RUTH FIELDING CLEARING HER NAMECUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, PublishersNew York
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The Curlytops at Cherry Farm
1. THE CURLYTOPS AT CHERRY FARMor Vacation Days in the Country
A tale of happy vacation days on a farm.
2. THE CURLYTOPS ON STAR ISLANDor Camping Out with Grandpa
The Curlytops camp on Star Island.
3. THE CURLYTOPS SNOWED INor Grand Fun with Skates and Sleds
The Curlytops on lakes and hills.
4. THE CURLYTOPS AT UNCLE FRANK'S RANCHor Little Folks on Ponyback
Out West on their uncle's ranch they have a wonderful time.
5. THE CURLYTOPS AT SILVER LAKEor On the Water with Uncle Ben
The Curlytops camp out on the shores of a beautiful lake.
6. THE CURLYTOPS AND THEIR PETSor Uncle Toby's Strange Collection
An old uncle leaves them to care for his collection of pets.
7. THE CURLYTOPS AND THEIR PLAYMATESor Jolly Times Through the Holidays
They have great times with their uncle's collection of animals.
8. THE CURLYTOPS IN THE WOODSor Fun at the Lumber Camp
Exciting times in the forest for Curlytops.
9. THE CURLYTOPS AT SUNSET BEACHor What Was Found in the Sand
The Curlytops have a fine time at the seashore.
10. THE CURLYTOPS TOURING AROUNDor The Missing Photograph Albums
The Curlytops get in some moving pictures.
11. THE CURLYTOPS IN A SUMMER CAMPor Animal Joe's Menagerie
There is great excitement as some mischievous monkeys break out of Animal Joe's Menagerie.
12. THE CURLYTOPS GROWING UPor Winter Sports and Summer Pleasures
Little Trouble is a host in himself and his larger brother and sister are never still a minute, but go from one little adventure to another in a way to charm all youthful readers.
Send for Our Free Illustrated Catalogue.
By ALICE B. EMERSON
Ruth Fielding in Alaska
12mo. Illustrated. Jacket in full colors.
Price 50 cents per volume.Postage 10 cents additional.
Ruth Fielding was an orphan and came to live with her miserly uncle. Her adventures and travels make stories that will hold the interest of every reader.
Ruth Fielding is a character that will live in juvenile fiction.
1. RUTH FIELDING OF THE RED MILL2. RUTH FIELDING AT BRIARWOOD HALL3. RUTH FIELDING AT SNOW CAMP4. RUTH FIELDING AT LIGHTHOUSE POINT5. RUTH FIELDING AT SILVER RANCH6. RUTH FIELDING ON CLIFF ISLAND7. RUTH FIELDING AT SUNRISE FARM8. RUTH FIELDING AND THE GYPSIES9. RUTH FIELDING IN MOVING PICTURES10. RUTH FIELDING DOWN IN DIXIE11. RUTH FIELDING AT COLLEGE12. RUTH FIELDING IN THE SADDLE13. RUTH FIELDING IN THE RED CROSS14. RUTH FIELDING AT THE WAR FRONT15. RUTH FIELDING HOMEWARD BOUND16. RUTH FIELDING DOWN EAST17. RUTH FIELDING IN THE GREAT NORTHWEST18. RUTH FIELDING ON THE ST. LAWRENCE19. RUTH FIELDING TREASURE HUNTING20. RUTH FIELDING IN THE FAR NORTH21. RUTH FIELDING AT GOLDEN PASS22. RUTH FIELDING IN ALASKA23. RUTH FIELDING AND HER GREAT SCENARIO24. RUTH FIELDING AT CAMERON HALL25. RUTH FIELDING CLEARING HER NAME
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Transcriber's Note:
Page 13 Changed fullstop to comma in "if it is toobig," warned
Page 60 Changed reflecton toreflectionin the shiny
Page 65 Changed throught tothroughthat.
Page 72 Added closing quotation mark to "let Trouble getblack."
Page 123 Changed "up on your vernada" toveranda
Page 166 Added a last hyphen inBaa-a-a-a!
Page 181 Added closing quotation mark to "do it through thisstorm."