ome fun, and
I might say that she got into trouble doing this as many times as her
brother did. Jan was a regular boy, in some things. But then I suppose
any girl is who has two nice brothers, even if one is little enough to
be called "Baby."

"Let's go and take a walk," suggested Jan. "My legs feel funny yet from
ridin' in the cars so much."

"Ri-_ding!_" yelled Teddy gleefully. "That's the time you forgot your g,
Janet."

"Yes, I did," admitted the little girl. "But there's so much to look at
here that it's easy to forget. My forgetter works easier than yours
does, Ted."

"It does not!"

"It does, too!"

"It does not!"

"I--say--it--does!" and Janet was very positive.

"Now, now, children!" chided their mother. "That isn't nice. What are
you disputing about now?"

"Jan says her forgetter's better'n mine!" cried Ted.

"And it is," insisted Janet. "I can forget lots easier than Ted."

"Well, forgetting isn't a very good thing to do," said Mr. Martin.
"Remembering is better."

"Oh, that's what I meant!" said Jan. "I thought it was a forgetter.
Anyhow mine's better'n Ted's!"

"Now don't start that again," warned Mother Martin, playfully shaking
her finger at the two children. "Be nice now. Amuse yourselves in some
quiet way. It will soon be time to go to bed. You must be tired. Be nice
now."

"Come on, let's go for a walk," proposed Jan again, and Ted, now that
the forget-memory dispute was over, was willing to be friendly and kind
and go with his sister.

So while Trouble climbed up into his mother's lap, and the older folks
were talking among themselves, the two Curlytops, not being noticed by
the others, slipped off the porch and walked toward the ranch buildings,
out near the corrals, or the fenced-in places, where the horses were
kept.

There were too many horses to keep them all penned in, or fenced around,
just as there are too many cattle on a cattle ranch. But the cowboys who
do not want their horses which they ride to get too far away put them in
a corral. This is just as good as a barn, except in cold weather.

"There's lots of things to see here," said Teddy, as he and his sister
walked along.

"Yes," she agreed. "It's lots of fun. I'm glad I came."

"So'm I. Oh, look at the lots of ponies!" she cried, as she and Ted
turned a corner of one of the ranch buildings and came in sight of a new
corral. In it were a number of little horses, some of which hung their
heads over the fence and