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"Look at those Curlytops, Ethel. Don't you wish you could have some of
their curl put into your hair?"

It was evening and the sun was setting. As the train sped along the
Curlytops could look through the windows off across the fields and woods
through which they passed.

"Isn't it just wonderful," said Mother Martin, "to think of sitting down
to a nice meal which is being cooked for us while the train goes so
fast? Imagine, children, how, years ago, the cowboys and hunters had to
go on horses all the distance out West, and carry their food on their
pony's back or in a wagon called a prairie schooner. How much easier and
quicker and more comfortable it is to travel this way."

"I'd like to ride on a pony," said Teddy. "I wouldn't care how slow he
went."

"I imagine you wouldn't like it when night came," said his mother, as
she moved a plate so the waiter could set glasses of milk in front of
the children. "You wouldn't like to sleep on the ground with only a
blanket for a bed, would you?"

"'Deed I would!" declared Teddy. "I wish I had----"

Just then the train went around a curve, and, as it was traveling very
fast, the milk which Teddy was raising to his mouth slopped and spilled
down in his lap.

"Oh, Teddy!" cried his mother.

"I--I couldn't help it!" he exclaimed, as he wiped up as much of the
milk as he could on a napkin with which the waiter hastened to him.

"No, we know it was the train," said Daddy Martin. "It wouldn't have
happened if you had been traveling on ponyback, and had stopped to camp
out for the night before you got your supper; would it, Ted?" he asked
with a smile.

"No," said the little boy. "I wish we could camp out and hunt Indians!"

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed his mother. "Don't get such foolish notions
in your head. Anyway there aren't any Indians to hunt on Uncle Frank's
ranch, are there, Dick?" she asked her husband.

"Well, no, I guess not," he answered slowly. "There are some Indians on
their own ranch, or government reservation, not far from where Uncle
Frank has his horses and cattle, but I guess the Redmen never bother
anyone."

"Can we go to see 'em?" asked Teddy.

"I guess so," said Mr. Martin.

"Me go, too! Me like engines," murmured Trouble, who had also spilled a
little milk on himself.

"He thinks we're talking about _engines_--the kind that pull this
train!" laughed Ted. "I don't believe he ever saw a real _Indian_."

"No, Indians do not walk the str