Martin, smiling at the Curlytops.
"I'll go and make the cool drink now," said the cook.
"And I'll get the crackers," said the children's mother.
"And we'll go and get Nicknack and harness him to the cart," added
Ted.
He and Janet were soon on their way to the little leafy bower where
the goat was kept, for it was so warm on Star Island that the goat did
not stay more than half the time in the stable Grandpa Martin had made
for him.
"Here, Nicknack! where are you?" called Teddy, as he neared the bower.
"Here, Nicknack!" called Janet.
But the goat did not answer. Nearly always, when he was called to in
that way, he did, giving a loud "Baa-a-a-a-a!" that could be heard a
long way.
"Oh, Nicknack isn't here!" cried Jan, when she saw the empty place.
"Maybe he's run away, Ted."
"He must be on the island somewhere," said the little boy. "He can't
row a boat and get off, and he doesn't like to swim, I guess, though
he did fall into the water once."
"But where is he?" asked Janet.
"We'll look," Teddy said.
So the children peered about in the bushes, but not a sign of Nicknack
could they see. They called and called, but the goat did not bleat
back to them.
"Oh, where can he be?" asked Janet, and her eyes filled with tears,
for she loved the pet animal very much.
"We'll look," said Teddy. "And if we can't find him we'll ask grandpa
to help us look.
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