"Got any cookies?" inquired Teddy.

"No glot clooklies--glot him clake," the Chinese answered.

"What does he say?" asked Janet of her brother.

"I guess he means cake," whispered Teddy, and that was just what Hop
Sing did mean. He brought out some nice cake on a plate and Trouble
and the Curlytops had as much as was good for them, if not quite all
they wanted.

"Glood clake?" asked Hop Sing, when nothing but the crumbs were left
--and not many of them.

"I guess he means was it good cake," then whispered Janet to her
little brother.

"Yes, it was fine and good!" exclaimed Teddy. "Thank you."

"You mluch welclome--clome some mo'!" laughed Hop Sing, as the
children moved away.

They spent the morning playing about the ranch near the house. They
made a sea-saw from a board and a barrel, and played some of the
games they had learned on Cherry Farm or while camping with Grandpa
Martin. Then dinner time came, but Uncle Frank and the cowboys did
not come back to it.

"Won't they be hungry?" asked Teddy.