"So'm I!" exclaimed Janet.

"I wants a wide, too!" cried Trouble. "Can't I wide, Uncle Frank? We
hasn't got Nicknack, but maybe you got a goat," and he looked up at
his father's uncle.

"No, I haven't a goat," laughed Uncle Frank, "though there might be
some sheep on some of the ranches here. But I guess ponies will suit
you children better. When you Curlytops learn to ride you can take
Trouble up on the saddle with you and give him a ride. He's too small
to ride by himself yet."

"I should say he was, Uncle Frank!" cried Mrs. Martin. "Don't let
_him_ get on a horse!"

"I won't," promised Mr. Barton with a laugh. But Trouble said:

"I likes a pony! I wants a wide, Muz-zer!"

"You may ride with me when I learn," promised Janet.

"Dat nice," responded William.

Uncle Frank's wife, whom everyone called Aunt Millie, came out of
the ranch house and welcomed the Curlytops and the others. She had
not seen them for a number of years.

"My, how big the children are!" she cried as she looked at Janet and
Teddy. "And here's one I've never seen," she went on, as she caught