came to a little
grassy dell, around which the trees grew in a sort of circle, or magic,
fairy ring. "It's just like in a picture book, Teddy!"

"Yes, it is," agreed her brother.

"I don't see any pisshures," complained Trouble.

"No, there aren't _real_ pictures here," explained Janet; "only
make-believe ones. But you can sit down on the grass and roll, Trouble.
The grass is so clean I guess it won't make your apron dirty. Roll on
the grass."

Trouble liked nothing better than this, and he was soon sitting on the
soft, green grass, pulling bits and tossing them in the air like a
shower. The grass was soft and thick, and did not soil his clean clothes
at all.

"Exceptin' maybe a little stain," explained Janet to Teddy; "and Nora
can get that out in the wash."

After they had sat in the shade for a while, in the green, grassy place,
Ted and Janet wandered off among the trees, leaving Trouble by himself.
But they were not going far.

"He'll be all right for a little while," said Teddy, "and maybe we can
find some sassafras or wintergreen."

"But we mustn't eat anything we find in the woods, lessen we show it to
grandpa or mother," returned Janet.

"No, that's so," agreed her brother. They had been told, as all children
should be who live near the woods or fields, never to eat any strange
berries or plants unless some older person tells them it is all right to
do so.

But Teddy and Janet could easily tell sassafras and wintergreen by the
pleasant smell of the leaves. They did not find any, however. They found
a bird's empty nest, though, with broken egg shells in it, showing that
the little birds had been hatched out and had flown away.

All at once, as the Curlytops were wondering what else they could do,
they heard Trouble calling, and his voice sounded very strange.

"Oh, what has happened to him now?" cried Janet.

"We'd better go to see!" exclaimed Teddy.

They ran back to where they had left their little brother. All they
could see of him was his back and legs. He did not seem to have any
head.

"Oh! Oh!" gasped Janet. "Where is Trouble's head?"

Ted did not know, and said so, and then the little fellow cried:

"Tum an' det me out! Tum an' det me out!"

Then Janet saw what had happened. Trouble had thrust his head between
the crotch, or the Y-shaped part, of a tree, and had become so tightly
wedged that he could not get out.

"Oh, what shall we do?" cried Janet.

"I'll show you," answered