at would you like, something to
read or something to eat?"

"Some pictures to look at," suggested Teddy. "Then we can show 'em to
Trouble. Mother just gave us some cookies."

"Then I guess you've had enough to eat," laughed Mr. Martin. "Here,
boy!" he called. "Have you any picture books for these Curlytops of
mine?"

"Yes, I have some nice ones," answered the boy, and with a smile on his
face he went into the baggage car, where he kept his papers, candy and
other things, and soon came back with a gaily colored book, at the sight
of which Ted and Jan uttered sighs of delight.

"Dat awful p'etty!" murmured Trouble, and indeed the book did have nice
pictures in it.

Mr. Martin paid for it, and then Ted and Jan enjoyed very much looking
at it, with Trouble in the seat between them. He insisted on seeing each
picture twice, the page being no sooner turned over than he wanted it
turned back again.

But at last even he was satisfied, and then Ted and Jan went back to
their first game of looking out of the window for Indians or other
sights that might interest them.

Trouble slipped out of his seat between his brother and sister and went
to a vacant window himself. For a time he had good fun playing with the
window catch, and Mrs. Martin let him do this, having made sure, at
first, that he could not open the sash. Then they all forgot Trouble
for a while and he played by himself, all alone in one of the seats.

A little later, when Teddy and Janet were tired of looking for the
Indians which they never saw, they were talking about the good times
they had had with Nicknack, and wondering if Uncle Frank would have a
goat, or anything like it, when Trouble came toddling up to their seat.

"What you got?" asked Teddy of his little brother, noticing that Baby
William was chewing something. "What you got, Trouble?"

"Tandy," he said, meaning candy, of course.

"Oh, where'd you get it?" chimed in Jan.

"Nice boy gived it to me," Trouble answered. "Here," and he held the
package out to his brother and sister.

"Oh, wasn't that good of him!" exclaimed Jan. "It's nice chocolate
candy, too. I'll have another piece, Trouble."

They all had some and they were eating the sweet stuff and having a good
time, when they saw their father looking at them. There was a funny
smile on his face, and near him stood the newsboy, also smiling.

"Trouble, did you open a box of candy the boy left in your seat?" asked
Mr. Martin.

"Yes,