"
Perhaps Ted said this because, just then, he saw his grandfather
coming out of the cave. The farmer had not been gone very long.
"Is it a cave?" called Ted.
"A sure-enough one?" added his sister.
"Yes, it's a sure-enough cave. But there's nothing in it."
"No wild animals?" Jan demanded.
"Not even a mouse, as far as I could see," laughed Mr. Martin. "But
some one had been in the cave eating his lunch."
"Maybe there was a picnic, Grandpa," suggested Ted.
"No, I think only one or two persons were in the big hole," said his
grandfather. "For it _is_ a big hole, larger than I thought it was. I
could stand up straight once I was inside."
"Take us in!" begged Ted.
"Yes, I think it will be all right. Come along, Jan. I'll hold your
hand, and there isn't anything of which to be afraid. Come on!"
So Janet and Teddy went into the cave. By the light of grandpa's
lantern they could see that it was a large place, a regular
underground house--a cave just like those of which they had read in
fairy stories.
"And was there somebody here, really?" asked Ted eagerly.
"Yes," answered his grandfather. "See. Here are bits of bread
scattered about, and papers in which some one brought his lunch here."
"Maybe it was the tramps," whispered Janet.
"Maybe," agreed Mr. Martin. "I must have another look over the
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