Howard R. Garis

“ Teddy and Janet Martin, the two Curlytops, came riding up to the farmhouse in a small wagon drawn by a fine, big goat, that they had named Nicknack.
"Please, Mother," begged Ted, "may we ride over to the Home and get Hal?"
"We promised to take him for a ride," added Jan.
"Yes, I suppose you may go," said Mother Martin. "But you must be careful, and be home in time for supper."
"We will," promised Ted. "We'll go by the wood-road, and then we won't get run over by any automobiles. They don't come on that road." ”

“ Jan explained. "I haven't had time to make the red cross yet. But I will. Anyhow, let's go down by the river."
"All right, we will," agreed Ted. "We'll see if we can get some sticks off the willow trees and make whistles," he added to Hal.
"You can make better whistles in the spring, when the bark is softer, than you can now," said the lame boy, as the Curlytops often called him, though Hal was nearly cured. ”

“ Martin smiled as she saw them go.
"Well, there'll be quiet for a little while," she said, "and William can have his sleep."
"What's the matter, Ruth?" asked an old gentleman coming up the walk just then. "Have the Curlytops been getting into mischief again?"
"No. Teddy and Janet were just having one of their little quarrels. It's all over now. You look tired, Father."
Grandpa Martin was Mrs. Martin's husband's father, but she loved him as though he were her own.
"Yes, I am tired. I've been working pretty hard on the farm," said Grandpa Martin, "but I'm going to rest a bit now. ”