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Boxes

1.1 The foreign policy roles of the Chinese Communist Party

1.2 China and world order
1.3 Structural power
1.4 China’s quiet diplomacy?
1.5 Xi Jinping and Li Keqiang
1.6 China dreams
2.1 China’s “partnership” agreements in the 1990s
2.2 On the role of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs
2.3 Internet memes in China
2.4 What is China’s “peaceful rise?”
2.5 Deng Xiaoping on hegemony
2.6 How alike are great powers?
3.1 Economic progress and the “blue sky”
3.2 To get rich (and richer) in China
3.3 Maintaining economic harmony
3.4 “Green” pressures in China
3.5 Hard and soft power
3.6 China’s preferential trade agreements
3.7 China’s energy policies
4.1 Members of SEATO (1954–77)
4.2 Members of APEC
4.3 Track II dialogues in Asia
4.4 The diplomatic seesaw over the AIIB
5.1 The world’s nuclear powers
5.2 China’s space programme
5.3 The new security concept
5.4 China’s changed views on peacekeeping
6.1 “Just get on a plane and come”

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6.2 Power transitions
6.3 China and American “rebalancing”
6.4 The Sino-American “dance”
6.5 How China and the US view each other
7.1 North Korea’s “brazen” nuclear test
7.2 The South China Sea
7.3 China and the United States in the Pacific
8.1 China and the European chimera
8.2 China in Africa
8.3 China’s approaches to modern conflicts
8.4 “Luck and misfortune” in the Arctic
8.5 “Tianxia” (“All under Heaven”) and international relations
8.6 China’s rise: then and now

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Acronyms

A2 / AD anti-access / area denial

ABM anti-ballistic missile
ACFTA ASEAN–China Free Trade Agreement
ADB Asian Development Bank
ADIZ Air Defence Identification Zone
AFC Asian financial crisis (1997–8)
AFRICOM United States Africa Command
AIIB Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank
AMS Chinese Academy of Military Sciences
ANU Australia National University
ANZUS Australia–New Zealand–United States Security Treaty
APEC Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation
APT ASEAN-Plus-Three
ARF ASEAN Regional Forum
ASAT anti-satellite weapon
ASB air-sea battle
ASCEL active strategic counterattacks on exterior lines
ASEAN Association of Southeast Asian Nations
ASEAN- ASEAN Institutes for Strategic and International Studies
ISIS
ASEM Asia–Europe Meeting
AU African Union
BAT Beidu, Alibaba and Tencent (Chinese internet firms)
BCIM Bangladesh–China–India–Myanmar trade corridor (proposed)
BRICS Brazil, Russia, India, China and South Africa
C4I command, control, communication, computers and information
C4istar command, control, communications, computers, intelligence,

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 surveillance, target acquisition and reconnaissance
CACF China–Arab Cooperation Forum
CASS Chinese Academy of Social Sciences
CC Central Committee of the Chinese Communist Party
CCG China Coast Guard
CCP Communist Party of China
CCTV China Central Television
CFSP Common Foreign and Security Policy (European Union)
CIA (US) Central Intelligence Agency
ACICA Conference on Interaction and Confidence Building in Asia
CICIR China Institutes of Contemporary International Relations
CIIS China Institute of International Studies
CNNIC Chinese Internet Network Information Centre
CNOOC Chinese National Offshore Oil Corporation
CNPC Chinese National Petroleum Corporation
COC code of conduct
Comecon Council for Mutual Economic Assistance
CPPCC Chinese People’s Political Consultative Committee
CSCAP Council of Security Cooperation in the Asia-Pacific
CSI Container Security Initiative
CYL Communist Youth League
DMZ demilitarised zone
DPP Democratic Progressive Party (Taiwan)
DPRK Democratic People’s Republic of Korea (North Korea)
EAS East Asian Summit
EC European Commission
ECFA China–Taiwan Economic Cooperation Framework Agreement
ECS East China Sea
EEU Eurasian Economic Union
EEZ exclusive economic zone
EFTA European Free Trade Association
ETIM East Turkestan Independence Movement
EU European Union
EurAsEC Eurasian Economic Community

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FOCAC Forum on China–Africa Cooperation
FSU former Soviet Union
FTA free trade agreement
FTAAP Free Trade Area of the Asia-Pacific
FVEY “Five Eyes” intelligence coalition
G-2 Group of Two (China and United States)
G-7 Group of Seven
GATT General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade
GCC Gulf Cooperation Council
GDP gross domestic product
GWoT global war on terror
IAEA International Atomic Energy Agency
IASC International Arctic Scientific Committee
ICBM inter-continental ballistic missile
ICC International Criminal Court
ICCPR International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights
ICESCR International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural
Rights
IMF International Monetary Fund
ISI import-substitution industrialisation
ISIL Islamic State in Iraq and the Levant (also “Islamic State”)
JAM-GC Joint Concept for Access and Manoeuvre in the Global
Commons
KEDO Korean Peninsula Energy Development Organisation
KMT Kuomintang (Nationalist Party, Taiwan)
KWP (North) Korean Workers’ Party
LAC Line of Actual Control
LAS League of Arab States (Arab League)
Mercosur South American Common Market
MERS Middle East respiratory syndrome
MES market economy status
MFA Multi-Fibre Agreement
MII Ministry of Information Industry, China
MIIT Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, China

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MITI Ministry of International Trade and Industry, Japan
MoFA Ministry of Foreign Affairs, China
MOFCOM Chinese Ministry of Commerce
Mootw military operations other than war
MPS Ministry of Public Security, China
MSG Melanesian Spearhead Group
MSR Maritime Silk Road
MSS Ministry of State Security, China
MTCR Missile Technology Control Regime
NAFTA North American Free Trade Agreement
NAM Non-Aligned Movement
NATO North American Treaty Organisation
NDB New Development Bank
NEAT Network of East Asian Think Tanks
NFU “no first use” (of nuclear weapons)
NGO non-governmental organisation
NIEO New International Economic Order
NLD National League of Democracy, Myanmar
NPC National People’s Congress, PRC
NPT nuclear non-proliferation treaty
NSC “new security concept”
NSR Northern Sea Route
OAS Organisation of American States
OBOR “one belt and one road”
ODA overseas development assistance
OECD Organisation for Economic Cooperation and Development
OSCE Organisation for Security and Cooperation in Europe
P5 Permanent Five members of the UN Security Council
PAP People’s Armed Police
PCA Partnership and Cooperation Agreement (China and European
Union)
PIF Pacific Islands Forum
PLA People’s Liberation Army
PLAAF PLA Air Force

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PLAGF PLA Ground Forces
PLAN PLA Navy
PPP purchasing power parity
PRC People’s Republic of China
PTA preferential trade agreement
RATS regional anti-terrorism structure
RCEP Regional Comprehensive Economic Partnership
ReCAAP Regional Cooperation Agreement on Combating Piracy and
Armed Robbery against Ships in Asia
RMB renminbi, currency of the PRC (currency unit = “yuan”, also “¥”
or “元”)
RMSI Regional Maritime Security Initiative
ROC Republic of China (Taiwan)
ROK Republic of Korea (South Korea)
SAARC South Asian Association for Regional Cooperation
SACU Southern African Customs Union
SAR special autonomous region
SARS severe acute respiratory syndrome
SCO Shanghai Cooperation Organisation
SCS South China Sea
SEATO Southeast Asian Treaty Organisation
S&ED (US–China) Strategic and Economic Dialogue
SETC State Economic and Trade Commission, China
SEZ special economic zone
SIGINIT signals intelligence
SIIS Shanghai Institute of International Studies
SLBM submarine-launched ballistic missile
SLoCs sea lanes of communication
SLORC State Law and Order Restoration Council, Myanmar
SOE state-owned enterprise
SPT Six-Party Talks (on the Korean Peninsula)
TAC Treaty of Amity and Cooperation
THAAD terminal high altitude area defence
TIP Turkistan Independence Party

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TMD theatre missile defence
TPP Trans-Pacific Partnership
UAV unmanned aerial vehicle
UN United Nations
Unasur Union of South American Nations
UNCLOS United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea
UNGA United Nations General Assembly
UNSC United Nations Security Council
UNSMIS UN Supervision Mission in Syria
US United States
USSR Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
VPN virtual private networks
WTO World Trade Organisation

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Acknowledgements

In wisdom, desire roundness, and in conduct, desire squareness.

Liu Su, Tang Dynasty, quoted in A Manual of Chinese Quotations: Being a Translation of the Ch’êng
Yü K’ao(1893)

This, the third edition of Chinese Foreign Policy, is the result of new
research and fieldwork not only in China but also in Northeast Asia,
Oceania, the United States and Northern Europe, and came about due in no
small part to many persons who provided me with information,
recommendations and encouragement as I sought to piece together China’s
expanding international interests under a new government and an ever-
changing global milieu.
Many individuals and organisations were of invaluable assistance in the
research and preparations for this book. A special thank-you must go first
to Lynn Gardinier and Bjørnar Sverdrup-Thygeson for their diligent and
indispensible editing work, and to Andrew Humphrys at Routledge for his
oversight of this book project dating back to the first edition and the
tentative scribble-notes before that.
I would also like to give warm thanks to all my colleagues at the
Norwegian Institute of International Affairs (NUPI) in Oslo for their help
and encouragement during the writing of the third edition of this book,
especially to Ulf Sverdrup for all his support, and to Wrenn Yennie
Lindgren, Cedric de Coning, Ane Teksum Isbrekken, Indra Øverland,
Mikkel Pedersen, Elana Wilson Rowe and Åsmund Weltzien.
During my research in China, many local scholars, specialists and
officials were extremely helpful during the data collection process for this
work, especially in emerging areas of China’s foreign policy interests such
as the BRICS, new financial institutions, polar policies, economic security
and cross-regional diplomacy. I am very grateful for all of their assistance!
Colleagues who also greatly aided this work with their comments,

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thoughts and support include Maria Ackrén, Stephen Aris, Robert Ayson,
Alyson Bailes, Sebastian Bersick, Rasmus Gjedssø Bertelsen, Margrét Cela,
Enrico Fels, Katie Foley, Gao Yang, Gunhild Hoogensen Gjørv, Nadine
Godehardt, Maria-Fernanda Gonzalez Rojas, Joanne Hall, Pia Hansson,
Bertel Heurlin, Miwa Hirono, Emmi Ikonen, Nargis Kassenova, Togzhan
Kassenova, Nusta Carranza Ko, Vaclav Kopecky, Natasha Kuhrt, Stephen
Levine, Li Dongkun, Teemu Naarajärvi, Silja Bára Ómarsdóttir, Merja
Polvinen, David Santoro, Kristinn Schram, Katharina Serrano, Aglaya
Snetkov, Lili Song, Ian Storey, Camilla T. N. Sørensen, May-Britt
Stumbaum, Su Ping, Monique Taylor, Page Wilson, Nicki Wrighton and
Jason Young.
Finally, very warm thanks to my family, who have supported me (and
this book project) in too many ways to count and who continue to be an
invaluable inspiration to me.
Marc Lanteigne

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1
Introduction
The reconstruction of Chinese foreign policy

The rise of China (Zhongguo 中国) within the international system has
been heralded as one of the most significant changes in turn-of-the-century
global relations. Much has been written and discussed about China’s
growth in power, often referred to as a “rise” or an “ascent” from an
isolated state to a regional power to a potential great power capable of
exerting much influence not only within the Asia-Pacific region but also on
an international level. This growth and influence can be examined in a
variety of international relations areas, from security to economy to culture
and the environment, all of which leads to the question of which directions
the country will take as the “rise” continues. Will China become a global
power (or superpower) alongside the United States, and if it does, what
kind of global power will it be? Assuming China’s power continues to
increase, these questions become ever more important in understanding
changes to Chinese foreign policy.
Foreign policy has often been described as interplay between various
political agents (including individuals with specific needs and wants), and
structures formed by social relationships (such as the state, as well as
organisations and rules which are commonly constructed).1 In the case of
China, the biggest change in the development of that country’s foreign
policy has been the expansion both of the number of “agents” involved,
directly or indirectly, in Beijing’s foreign policymaking processes, and in
the number of China’s international interests as well as global-level
“structures” with which it can interact. These structures have been both
formal, such as international organisations, and also informal, such as

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global norms and behaviours. In the space of seventy years, China’s foreign
policy interests, originally far more limited to regional issues, have grown
to encompass many more international concerns which can truly be called
“global”. As with other countries, especially great powers, in the age of
globalisation and interdependence, identifying a clear separation between
China’s domestic political interests and its foreign policy can be very
difficult. In the case of China, the dividing line has become increasingly
blurry as the number of Chinese international interests and responsibilities
grows and more actors, both individuals and groups, within China become
involved with global affairs.
At first glance, the decision-making process in foreign policy matters
appears more centralised in China in comparison to other states, including
those in the West. Part of the reason for this perception has been the shape
of China’s government since 1949, when the country’s Communist
government assumed power and has since been dominated by a single
political actor, namely the Chinese Communist Party (Zhongguo
Gongchandang 中国共产党) or CCP. However, the Chinese government in
Beijing still must undertake frequent balancing between its domestic
interests, including improving standards of living, promoting stability,
maintaining the dominant role of the CCP in Chinese governance, and
continuing with the process of economic and governmental reform begun
in the late 1970s, while also developing a modern foreign policy. This
ongoing process of simultaneous government bargaining in domestic and
foreign relations, often referred to as a “two-level game”,2 has become ever
more complex in the Chinese case since Beijing must maintain the
momentum of socio-economic reforms in the country, while
simultaneously overseeing the country’s rapid rise in power within the
international system.
From the beginning of the twenty-first century, China’s foreign policy
interests expanded well beyond the Asia-Pacific region, and can now be
observed worldwide. This process has been accelerated under the
government of President Xi Jinping, who assumed the presidency of China
in March 2013. The foreign policy expansion has taken place in tandem
with the development of Chinese economic power which assumed even
greater prominence in the wake of the post-2008 global financial crisis and

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the announcement in early 2011 that China had overtaken Japan as the
second-largest economy in the world, after the United States. In 2014, it
was widely reported that China had, according to some economic
measurements such as purchasing power parity (PPP), actually overtaken
the US as the largest economic power in terms of financial output.3
However, income per person remained well below that of Western
economies, and policymakers in Beijing continued to stress that the
economic reform process in China was far from over.
This book examines the main issues and challenges facing China in the
realm of foreign policy, through two major themes. First, China is a rising
power in the international system and is now a “great power” on the
regional (Asia-Pacific) level as well as increasingly on the international
level. While the country has not yet achieved the status of “global power”
or “superpower”, a designation shared by both the United States and the
then-Soviet Union, it is now in a strong position to become one. It has been
frequently demonstrated throughout the history of international relations
that great powers have very distinct, and often more numerous, foreign
policy interests than other states, and as China grows in global strength
and capabilities a similar pattern has emerged. Many of the cases examined
here will reflect the effects of China’s rapid growth and its growing
international interests, including diplomatic, economic and strategic.

Box 1.1 The foreign policy roles of the Chinese

Communist Party
“The political hybrid that the CCP is attempting to become today is born out of its study of
the reasons that the Soviet and East European regimes collapsed but also very much informed
of its study of other modernising and newly-industrialised states, particularly in East Asia,
Western Europe and Latin America.”
– David Shambaugh, China’s Communist Party: Atrophy and Adaptation (Washington DC:
Woodrow Wilson Centre Press, 2008), 6.

“Currently four principal forces shape Chinese views toward, and actions in, the world:
domestic politics and other internal constraints; global interdependence; realist foreign policy
thinking; and technology-driven action–reaction dynamics.”
– David Lampton, Following the Leader: Ruling China, From Deng Xiaoping to Xi Jinping
(Berkeley: University of California Press, 2014), 109.

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 Second, China’s foreign policy is not only undergoing a process of
expansion (kuozhang 扩张) but also of reconstruction (chongjian 重建).
This process is taking place in a variety of ways. The institutions within
China which are responsible for foreign policy development are, by
necessity, undergoing reform, permitting them to adjust to changing
domestic and international circumstances. In addition, the number of
actors, including sectors of the Chinese government but also non-state
actors and individuals within China, interested in and participating in the
creation of Chinese foreign policy, continues to grow. Studying China’s
international relations through only a small group of government actors is
becoming less and less a viable approach for scholars of this subject.
However, equally as important is the fact that ideas about international
relations in China, both within its government and other actors, are also
slowly being reconstructed. Outdated ideas are being discarded, previously
ignored concepts from a variety of eras are being given a fresh airing, and
there is a greater willingness in China to learn from other states and other
international players, such as organisations. This reconstruction is affecting
all aspects of China’s interests abroad, and will affect much current and
future thinking relating to the country’s foreign policy goals.

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 CHAPTER XIII
TED AND HIS KITE

The two little girls stood and looked and looked and looked. Then
they looked once more to make sure that the missing doll was not
somewhere on the porch—in a corner perhaps. But Flo was nowhere
in sight.
“Where can she be?” asked Mary.
“That’s what I want to know,” wailed Jan. “Oh, if anybody has taken
her away——”
“Maybe they has,” suggested Mary. “That is, unless maybe she
walked away. Was your doll a walking doll, Jan?”
“Nope! Dolls can’t walk!”
“I know mine can’t,” went on the other little girl; “but my mamma
read to me about a little girl who had a doll that could walk. She
walked and talked when you wound up a spring in the back of her
dress.”
“Oh, my doll wasn’t that kind,” said Jan, and as she talked she
looked all around the porch, even lifting up the cloth that was on the
box which was used for the play-party table.
“I thought maybe she had eaten so much she might have gone to
sleep, and then she would fall under the table,” said Jan to Mary.
But Flo was not there.
“Why don’t you call her, the same way our mammas call us when we
go away?” asked Mary.
“I could do that,” agreed Jan, and then she called:
“Oh, Flo! I want you, dollie! Where are you?”
But no answer came, and then Jan, with a little laugh, said:
“Oh, it’s silly to call! A doll can’t hear, of course. We only make-
believe they can. And this is real—it isn’t make-believe. Flo is really
gone!” and tears came into her eyes.
“I’ll help you look for her,” offered Mary. “We won’t play party any
more. It won’t be any fun. Come on, we’ll have a doll hunt.”
“You’d better put your doll in the house,” advised Jan. “Somebody
may take her, too.”
“I guess I will,” agreed Mary.
Then, when she came out after putting her Anna Belle, as her doll
was named, safely in her little bed, the two girls began once more to
search for Flo.
They had looked in all the places they could think of around the
house and porch, and were beginning on the bushes, which were
down along both sides of the path, when Jan happened to think of
her little brother.
“Oh, where is Trouble?” she suddenly cried.
“Here I is,” came the quick answer, and the little fellow, his face and
hands very dirty, came out from behind a snowball bush. He had
been picking the white balls that looked like little drops of snow.
“Oh, Trouble! where have you been?” asked Jan.
“And did you see anything of Jan’s doll?” asked Mary.
“Yes, I sawed her,” answered Trouble, and his sister noticed that
Baby William looked a little frightened, as if something queer had
happened.
“Where is she? Where is my Flo?” asked Trouble’s sister quickly. “Tell
me!” she begged.
“Dog took her,” was the answer.
“A dog took my doll?” asked Jan. “Whose dog? When?”
“’Ittle while ago. It was Mary’s dog,” and Trouble threw a snowball at
a fluttering butterfly without hitting it.
“Mary’s dog took my doll?” cried Jan. “Tell me all about it.”
“Do you mean our Rover?” asked Mary.
“Yes—big-dog-Rover. He take Jan’s doll.”
“But why did he do it?” Jan demanded. “A doll isn’t good for a
doggie to eat, and Rover wouldn’t want to play with Flo. Why did he
take her?”
“I dess he wanted the ham bone,” was Trouble’s answer.
“A ham bone? In my doll!” cried Jan. “Flo hasn’t any ham bone!”
“She did have one,” explained Trouble, and he never even smiled. “I
gived her my ham bone.”
“Your ham bone?” repeated Mary. “Where did you get a ham bone,
Trouble Martin?”
“Offen your mamma’s table when she wasn’t in de titchen. I tooked
de ham bone to suck ’cause I was hungry.”
“Yes, he does do that, sometimes,” explained Jan, as Mary looked at
her in surprise. “Mother often gives him one that’s been boiled and’s
had most of the meat cut off. He likes to gnaw the bone and pretend
he’s a little dog.”
“And there was a ham bone out in our kitchen,” said Mary. “I saw it
there when I went in to get some cookies. I’ll see if it’s gone.”
“Oh, if Trouble says he took it he did,” replied Jan, and when Mary
went to look, surely enough the ham bone was gone. Mrs. Seaton
was not in the kitchen, having gone to the cellar to get some
molasses to make a cake.
“But what did you do with the bone, Trouble?” asked Jan. “And how
did the dog take my doll?”
“I did eat the ham bone,” said Baby William, speaking very slowly
and trying to use the best words he knew, for he saw his sister was
very anxious. “I did eat the ham bone and then big-dog-Rover he
did come and want some. So I did hide the ham bone under your
dollie’s dress so Rover not have it. I did not eat all de meat—I mean
the meat,” and Trouble corrected himself.
“You hid your ham bone under Flo’s dress?” asked Jan.
“Yes, I did.”
“And then what happened?”
“Then big-dog-Rover he take the dollie in his mouth and he runned
off with her, he did! Now may I have a cookie?”
“Oh, I see what happened,” said Jan. “Trouble wanted to keep the
ham bone away from Rover, so he hid it under Flo’s clothes. Then
your dog smelled it there and carried away the doll and the bone,
too.”
“I guess he did,” agreed Mary. “He thought your doll was all one big
ham bone I guess. But where did Rover take it, Trouble?” she asked
Baby William.
“Don’t know. Big-dog-Rover runned off.”
“Oh, dear!” cried Jan. “If he’s buried my doll, as dogs bury the bones
they find, she’ll be spoiled!”
“Maybe he hasn’t had time to bury it yet,” said Mary. “Come on. I
know where Rover buries most of his bones. It’s in a soft place near
his kennel. Let’s run!”
And run Jan and Mary did, leaving Trouble on the stoop. The little
boy at once began to eat some of the cookies left on the play-party
table.
“There he is!” cried Mary, as she saw the dog lying down in the grass
near his kennel, or house.
“And he’s eating something!” added Jan, for Rover was certainly
gnawing something he held between his paws. “Oh, I hope it isn’t
my doll!”
“Rover wouldn’t eat a sawdust doll when he could get a bone,”
returned Mary.
And so it proved. As the little girls ran up Rover wagged his tail as if
saying he was glad to see them, and he kept on gnawing. Then
Mary cried:
“Oh, there’s your doll, Jan!”
“Where?”
“Over in the grass behind Rover.”
And there was the missing Flo, not in the least hurt, though there
were some stains on her dress, made by the grass and the greasy
ham bone.
“But we can play it’s Monday and have a wash day,” said Mary. “We’ll
wash her clothes!”
Jan thought this would be fun.
“I guess the ham bone must have dropped out when Rover carried
my doll as far as this,” said Jan. “Then he let go of Flo and began to
gnaw Trouble’s bone. Oh, I wonder what Trouble will do next!”
“He’s awful cute,” laughed Mary. “How nicely he told us what he had
done.”
“Yes, Trouble is good that way. He never tries to get out of anything
he does. Well, I’m glad Flo isn’t hurt. Now let’s wash her dress,” and
the two little girls had as much fun at this as they had had playing
party.
So, after all, it was a good thing that Rover carried off the doll with
the ham bone hidden under her dress. For if he had not Trouble
might have eaten too much. And Mrs. Seaton said it made no
difference to her—they had other hams in the smoke-house.
Everyone at Cherry Farm laughed that night when Jan came home
and told what had happened to her doll.
“I had a lovely time over at Mary’s,” she said to her brother. “What
did you do at Jimmie Dell’s?”
“Oh, we made a big kite and we’re going to fly it to-morrow.”
“May I come and see you?”
“Course you can! But don’t bring Trouble.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause he might get tangled in the tail and sail up in the air.”
So Baby William was left with his mother when Jan and Ted went
over to Jimmie Dell’s house the next day to fly the big kite. It was
quite a large one—almost as tall as Ted himself—but as there was a
good wind the boys thought it would go up all right. They tied the
string to it, made the tail, and then while Jimmie held it up off the
ground Ted ran, holding the ball of cord in his hand.
The kite went up a little distance in the air, and then gave a sudden
downward dive.
“What’s the matter?” asked Jan. “What made it do that?”
“Not enough tail on,” answered Jimmie. “Wait a minute, I’ll fix it.”
Not wanting to wait to get more string and pieces of cloth from
which the tail was made, Jimmie fastened on a bunch of weeds he
pulled up from the spot where he was standing.
“That will make it heavier, and then the kite won’t dip and dive,” he
said. “All ready now!” he called to Ted. “Start and run!”
Ted ran, letting out string from the ball he carried in his hand. The
kite went up a little way and then gave another sudden dive, right
down near a place where some chickens and an old rooster were
picking bugs and worms from the grass. The chickens gave
frightened squawks and ran away with fluttering wings.
“Oh, dear!” cried Jan, who was watching the boys. “It’s going to
come down again!”
But the kite did not. That one dive seemed to be enough for it, as it
at once began to soar up in the air.
“Oh, it’s going up! It’s going up!” cried Jimmie.
“Run, Teddy, run!” called Jan.
And her brother did run.
The kite rose in the air until the long tail was almost clear from the
ground and then the Curlytop girl saw a queer sight.
For, tangled in the weed which Jimmie had tied on the end of the
tail, was the rooster. He was being raised up with the big kite and his
frightened crows and the flapping of his wings showed that he did
not like it at all.
Up and up went the kite, and up and up went the rooster!
 CHAPTER XIV
A QUEER RIDE

Ted, running as he was with the ball of string, and with his back to
the kite, did not see what had happened. But he wondered why Jan
and Jimmie were shouting so loudly.
“Look! Look! Look at the rooster!” yelled Jimmie, jumping up and
down, he was so excited.
“Oh, he’ll fall and be killed!” exclaimed Janet.
“Cock-a-doodle-do!” crowed the rooster himself, while below him,
running about on the ground, the hens clacked and clucked,
wondering what it was all about, and thinking, perhaps, that a big
hawk had carried off their friend.
“Stop, Ted! Stop!” Jimmie finally cried. “That’s my father’s best
rooster and he wouldn’t want him hurt. Stop!”
Not until then did the Curlytop boy turn around to see what was the
matter. Then he saw the rooster dangling in the air from the weed
that was on the end of the kite tail.
“Oh, my!” cried Ted. “How did it happen?”
Without waiting for anyone to answer him he stopped running. The
kite, no longer being pulled against the wind, began to fall,
especially as the rooster was heavy. If it had not been such a big
kite it never would have gone up with its long tail and the rooster
also.
But kites, in a strong wind, can lift heavy weights. Ted had been told
this by his father, and that is why he and Jimmie made such a large
flier. But they never expected it to lift a rooster.
“The string and the weed on the end of the tail got tangled around
Mr. Rooster’s legs,” said Jimmie, when he and Ted went to where the
kite had fallen to look at it. “He couldn’t get loose.”
And that is exactly what happened. The rooster had been quietly
feeding with the hens when the weed, which Jimmie had pulled up,
roots and all, had flopped down on him as the kite made a dive
through the air, and then had come the sail upward, the rooster
getting a free ride.
With many a crow, and other queer noises, the ruffled fowl ran away
as soon as Jimmie had untangled him. And such a cawing and
cackling as there was among the hens! If chickens talk, as some
people think they do, they must have had lots of questions to ask
old Mr. Rooster about what had happened to him when he was
ballooning.
“Well, I guess we’ll get this kite up in the air after a while,” said
Jimmie, when they were once more ready. “Jan, you’d better keep
watch and see if we get tangled up with any more things.”
“I will,” promised the little girl.
But nothing else happened, and this time the kite went away up in
the air, darting here and there like some big bird. Ted and Jimmie
took turns holding the string, and then they let Jan feel how strongly
the kite pulled.
Then they sent up “messengers”—bits of paper, pierced with a hole
so they could slide up the slanting string, all the way to the kite high
in the air. The wind blew up the “messengers,” and the two boys
pretended they were at war, and were generals sending word to
their soldiers about the “enemy,” hidden in the tall weeds.
Ted and Jimmie were sitting down in the grass, watching the kite
floating in the air far above them, when Jan, who was tying some
leaves together to make a sort of baby doll, called:
“Here comes Hal!”
The two boys looked up to see the lame chap hopping toward them,
a smile on his face.
“I came over to see your kite,” he explained. “I saw it from the field
where I was sitting, and I wondered who had it up so high. It’s a
dandy!”
“It’s higher than it was a while ago, when it tried to take up our old
rooster,” laughed Jimmie.
“Take up a rooster? Oh, I’d like to see that!” cried Hal.
“We give only one show like that a day,” returned Ted, grinning. “You
can hold the kite awhile if you want to.”
“Thanks!” exclaimed the lame boy. “I like kites. I can make ’em, only
they don’t have the right things over at the Home. I can make a
dandy one that goes up without a tail.”
“Can you?” cried Jimmie. “That’s great! Make one, will you? I’ve got
lots of paper and sticks.”
So after Hal had held the kite with the tail for a while, feeling how
hard it pulled, the children all went to the Dell home, and there
made a kite without a tail, Hal teaching his new chums how to do it.
There are only two sticks used in a tailless kite, instead of three, and
the cross-stick is bent like a bow, and held that way with a string
before the paper is pasted on.
It took the rest of that day to make the kite without a tail, and then
it was time for Hal to go back to the Home. But he promised to
come the following day and see the others fly it.
“I can hold it, while one of you runs with the string,” explained the
lame boy. “Sometimes, if the wind is just right, you don’t have to run
with these kites at all. They’re easier to fly than the others. You’ll
like ’em.”
“We’re glad you came over,” said Jimmie, and he and Ted felt that,
after all, it was not so bad to be lame when one could make such
fine kites.
“Say, you’d better tell your grandmother to get her chocolate cake
ready,” Hal called to Ted just before starting away.
“Why?”
“Because that party, or entertainment, or whatever you want to call
it, that they’re going to have to raise money for the Home will be
given in two weeks. I thought I’d tell you in plenty of time, so your
grandmother wouldn’t have to hurry,” he added with a laugh.
“I’ll tell her,” promised Ted. “Is there anything I can do?”
“And me, too!” added Jan quickly. “I’d like to help.”
“Well, I don’t know that there is,” answered Hal slowly. “They’re
trying to raise money for the Home, that’s about all I know.”
“We might sell lemonade,” said Jan, thoughtfully.
“I guess they’re going to sell lemonade over at the Home,” explained
Hal. “If I hear of anything you can do I’ll let you know.”
Jimmie and Ted, as well as Jan, were eagerly waiting for Hal to come
the next day and show them how to fly the tailless kite. He had
promised to come right after breakfast, but it was nearly noon when
he reached Jimmie’s house, and he hopped along slowly, his face
showing that he was in pain.
“What’s the matter?” asked Jan quickly.
“Oh, nothing much,” and he tried to smile. “Dr. Wade played a sort
of game of tag with my bad foot this morning, and it—it—um—it sort
of—tickles,” he went on. “I don’t mind, though, for it’s the only way
to make it straight and better, so I won’t have to limp. There’s lots
worse than me. Some of ’em can’t get out of bed after the nurses or
doctors give ’em what they call ‘treatment.’ That is they rub or twist
the crooked bones. But I’m lucky. I could get over here.”
It must have been painful for him, though he said nothing about it.
Hal was a brave little chap.
“Now for the kite!” he cried gaily. “There’s a good wind and it ought
to sail up fine!”
And so it did, going up much better and easier than the one with the
tail. And it flew higher, too, and pulled much harder.
“I wish I had a kite of my own,” said Janet wistfully, after she had
been given a few turns at holding the string of the boys’ kite.
“I’ll make you one,” promised Hal. “It’ll be bigger than this, if I can
get longer sticks.”
“I’ll get ’em,” offered Jimmie, and this, a few days later, he did. So
Jan had her kite, and it was a good flier, too.
“It’s more fun to play with this than with a doll,” said the little
Curlytop girl after she and Ted had gone back to Cherry Farm. “A
kite does something, and a doll can’t unless you do it for her.”
“If you hide a ham bone under her dress a dog will carry her off,”
said Grandpa Martin, and the children laughed.
The Curlytops and their friends had fun flying kites and doing many
other things during the vacation days at Cherry Farm. One morning
Ted called to his sister:
“I say, Jan, come on down to the brook-pasture,” and he pointed
toward a large field, through which ran a little brook.
“What are you going to do down there?” asked Jan.
“You’ll see,” answered her brother, and Jan saw that he had a piece
of clothesline coiled under his blouse. “Come on, you’ll see. I’m
going to learn to be a Wild West cowboy!”
“Oh, Ted! If mother heard you——”
“She won’t, if you don’t tell her. It’s no harm. Come on!”
Eager to see what her brother would do, Jan followed him. When
she saw him climbing the fence to get into the pasture, and as she
noticed some little calves eating in the grass, she asked:
“Are you going to catch one?”
“I’m going to lasso it,” answered Ted. “Wild West cowboys lasso.”
“Won’t it hurt the little cow?”
“Nope. I’ll do it easy. It won’t hurt.”
And I don’t believe it really did. Ted climbed over the fence and,
making a slip-noose in the clothesline, he went up softly behind one
of the calves. But the animal heard Teddy coming and, kicking up his
heels, ran away.
“But I’ll get another,” declared the little Curlytop chap, and after two
or three attempts he did manage to throw the noose over the neck
of a small calf. The little animal tried to pull away, but Ted was quite
strong and at last led the animal along by the rope.
“Now I’m a cowboy!” boasted Ted. “Didn’t I tell you I could catch
one?”
“Yes,” agreed Jan, “you did. Is that all you’re going to do?”
It really was not much fun for her to sit on the fence and watch her
brother lead a calf around by a rope. The calf seemed quite tame
after it was once caught, and did not try to get away.
“Maybe I could teach it to do tricks,” said her brother. “If I could we
might have a circus and earn money for the Crippled Home. Say, Jan
——”
“Oh, here comes grandpa!” suddenly called Janet, looking back
across the field from her seat on the fence. “You’d better let that calf
go!”
Ted thought so himself, and tried to get the rope off the little
animal’s neck. But it was pulled tight, and as the calf kept jerking its
head Ted did not find it easy to loosen the noose.
“Here, you help, Jan!” he begged. “I’ll lead the calf up to you while
you sit on the fence, and you can hold him while I untie the rope.”
Jan was willing, and they both worked quickly, for they did not want
Grandpa Martin to see that they had caught a calf. He might not like
it, though really the little animal was not hurt, and hardly even
scared—at least so the Curlytops thought.
“I can’t reach the rope if he keeps lifting his head up that way,” said
Ted, after a bit. “Here, Jan, you hold the loose end, and I’ll climb up
on the fence. Then I can reach down.”
Jan took the end of the rope and her brother scrambled up on the
rail fence. He worked away at the knot around the calf’s neck, and
Jan looked back to see how near Grandpa Martin was. The old
gentleman had turned to one side, however, and did not seem to be
coming to the pasture.
“There!” cried Ted. “I almost had it!”
And just then something happened. Ted slipped from the fence, and,
as he fell, he stretched out his arms toward the calf in front of him
and down below him. Then Ted fell astraddle right on the calf’s back,
just as if he intended to take a bareback gallop.
The next minute he was having a queer ride, for Janet, with a cry of
surprise, had let go her end of the rope, and the calf, with Ted on his
back, was running across the field.
 CHAPTER XV
GRANDPA IS WORRIED

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” cried Janet, and she was so surprised that she almost
fell off the fence. “Oh, The-o-dore Martin, what are you doing?”
Janet did not really mean to ask that question, for she could see
plainly what her brother was doing. He was riding a very much
frightened calf around the pasture, though Ted, himself, did not
want to do that at all. And though the calf had not been very much
frightened when Ted lassoed it by tossing the rope around its neck,
the animal was frightened now. Never before, in all its short life, had
anyone ridden on its back.
“Jan! Jan!” cried Ted. “Go and get grandpa and——”
That was all Ted’s sister heard, for, just then, the calf turned and ran
the other way and the wind carried Ted’s voice away from Jan.
“I wonder what he wants grandpa to do?” thought Janet. “I guess
Ted wants him to stop the calf from running away. For it is running
away!”
The calf certainly was! Of course it was not running out of the field,
for the pasture was a large one with a fence all around it, and the
calf could not climb over the fence nor break it down. But it was
running here and there—all about—and poor Ted was on its back,
clinging with both arms around the calf’s neck so he would not fall
off.
Excited as she was, Jan managed to hold on to the fence, and look
across Cherry Farm to where she had last seen her grandfather
coming toward the pasture. But he had turned aside and was now
going toward the cherry grove. He did not appear to have seen Jan
and Ted, nor anything of what had happened.
“Oh, Grandpa! Grandpa! Grandpa!” called Janet, as loudly as she
could. “Teddy’s running away with the calf—I mean the calf is
running away with Teddy! Oh, do something! What shall I do? Oh,
dear!”
But Grandpa Martin did not hear the little Curlytop girl. He was too
far away. Teddy, too, was shouting, but his sister could not hear
what he said, as he was too far off. And, as he was farther away
from his grandfather than was Jan, of course the farmer could not
hear the little boy either.
“Oh, what shall I do?” Janet asked again, and she was almost ready
to cry for fear her brother would be hurt. Though he was older than
was she, still she felt she must look after him almost as much as she
took care of Trouble—when Trouble let her.
“What’s the matter?” asked a voice behind Janet, and, turning, she
saw Hal Chester, who had come up so quietly she had not heard
him.
“Oh, Hal!” cried Janet, “Ted’s on the calf’s back and he can’t get off,
and I don’t know how to stop him and I can’t make grandpa hear
and—and—— Oh, dear!”
“My! that’s a lot of trouble!” said Hal. “I’ll see if I can help. Where’s
the calf and where’s your grandfather?”
“There’s the calf,” and Janet pointed to where it was racing around,
its tail held high in the air. “And grandpa is going to the cherry
grove, I guess.”
“Well, I think maybe I can stop the calf without going after him,
especially as it’s so far, and my foot doesn’t feel very well to-day,”
said the lame boy. “Here he comes now,” he went on, as he saw the
calf with Ted on its back swing around a corner of the pasture and
head toward Janet where she still stood on the fence.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“When he comes near enough I’ll stand in front of him, jump up and
down and swing my hat. I saw a man do that once to stop a
runaway horse and it worked fine. I guess it’ll be the same with a
runaway calf.”
“Did the horse have anybody on its back?” Janet demanded.
“I don’t believe so. But that doesn’t make any difference. Here he
comes now. I’ll see what I can do.”
Hal climbed over the fence, and stood ready to do as he had said he
would. The calf, with Ted still clinging to its neck, came nearer and
nearer.
“Oh, Hal! Jan! Stop him! Stop him!” cried the small Curlytop boy.
“Get grandpa or somebody and stop him. I’m all—all—shaken up—to
—to jel-ly!” and the words seemed jarred out of poor Ted as you
shake corn out of a popper.
“Hal’s going to stop him! Hal will stop him!” shouted Jan.
The racing calf was now quite close to the lame boy, who did not
seem to be at all afraid. He took off his cap and began waving it
around—up and down—every way. At the same time he hopped up
and down, flapping his arms and shouting as loudly as he could.
“Whoa there! Stop! Whoa!” yelled Hal.
The calf still came on, but not quite so fast. Of course it might have
turned to either side and gone past Hal, but maybe the little animal
did not think of this. It slowed up, and did not seem to know what to
do.
“Jan, you jump down and hold out your arms, too,” called Hal, and
Jan did so. She waved her hands and her sunbonnet, but she forgot
to jump up and down.
But this did not seem to be needed, for now the calf, seeing the
fence on one side of him, and a very much excited boy and girl
directly in its path, came to a sudden stop. It was going to turn and
run back the other way—any way at all to get rid of that strange
two-legged creature on its back. But the sudden stop did just what
Jan and Hal and what Ted himself and the calf wanted—it took the
Curlytop boy off the little animal’s back.
Ted slid off and fell to the ground. But as the grass was soft and
long he was not a bit hurt, seeming to bounce up as though he had
ridden on a load of hay or had fallen in the feather bed which
Trouble had cut with the scissors.
“Oh, I’m so glad!” cried Jan, as she ran to her brother. “Are you
hurt?”
“I—I guess not. Nope!” he answered, as he felt of his arms and legs.
“I’m much obliged to you for stopping him, Hal.”
“Oh, well, it was easy. How’d you come to get on his back?”
“I was playing cowboy.”
“Cowboys don’t ride calves,” declared Hal.
“Well, then I was a calf-boy, I guess,” and Ted laughed.
He was telling Hal how he had lassoed the calf, which, by this time,
had managed to get the rope off its neck, when a voice called to the
children:
“What have you been doing?”
“Oh!” they exclaimed, like the chorus of a song; and, looking up,
they saw Grandpa Martin smiling at them from the other side of the
fence.
“Did anything happen?” asked the farmer.
“I—I rode one of your calves,” answered Ted. “But I—I didn’t mean
to.”
“Hum!” said grandpa, and there was a twinkle in his eyes. “Calves
aren’t made to ride. You might get hurt. Don’t do it again.”
Of course Ted promised that he would not and then, having picked
up the piece of clothesline, which he had used as a lasso, the
Curlytop boy, with his sister and the lame boy, started back for the
Cherry Farm house with grandpa.
“I came over to ask Mrs. Martin to bake a cake for the fair we’re
going to have,” said Hal to Ted’s grandfather. “Jan said she’s made
’em before for the Home.”
“Yes, and I guess she’ll make one this time,” said Grandpa Martin
slowly. “I’d like to help some myself—giving money—but this year
I’m too poor, I’m sorry to say.”
“Oh, well, I guess somebody else will give money,” said Hal
cheerfully. “The chocolate cake will be great.”
“Will you get any of it to eat?” asked Jan.
“Well, no, not exactly. You see folks bake pies, cookies, cakes and so
on, and they’re sold to the visitors who come to the fair.
“The last fair they had the folks most generally took the cakes they
bought home with ’em, so we didn’t get any. But maybe it’s better
so,” he added, though he could not help sighing a little. “We’re not
supposed to have much cake. The doctors and nurses say it isn’t
good for us.”
“I should think you could have a little!” exclaimed Jan. “I know what
I’m going to do. I’m going to ask my mother to bake a chocolate
cake special for you, Hal Chester.”
“That’ll be fine!” laughed the lame boy. “What I can’t eat I’ll give to
some of the other boys and girls.”
They walked on to the farmhouse, and the Curlytops noticed that
their grandfather looked worried. They could tell this, as Jan said
afterward, because his face was just like her father’s the time his
store burned down.
“I guess he’s worried ’cause he’s poor,” whispered Ted.
“Or maybe the cherries aren’t getting ripe fast enough,” said Janet.
So she asked: “Grandpa, will the cherries soon be ready to pick?”
“Oh, yes—yes—there’ll be plenty of cherries.”
“Then can’t you sell them for a bushel of money?”
“Well, my dear, I’m afraid I have too many cherries. I never saw the
trees so full of them. I never had such a crop! The only trouble will
be to sell them before they all spoil. I’m afraid I have too many—the
price will be very low. I won’t get much for them. But don’t you little
Curlytops bother about me. I guess I’ll be all right, even if I can’t
give money to the Home as I’ve done before. Don’t worry about
me.”
But Ted and Jan did worry, even when Grandma Martin not only
promised to make a big chocolate cake for the Home but also one
for Hal. Still the Curlytops did not see what they could do to help.
“But when cherry-picking time comes we can help cart ’em from the
grove in the goat wagon,” said Ted.
“Yes,” agreed his sister. “Let’s go for a ride over there now, and see
how long it will be before they’re ripe.”
This was a day or so after Ted had ridden the calf.
“Me come!” cried Trouble, as he saw his brother and sister getting
Nicknack ready for their drive.
“Oh, yes, I s’pose you’ll have to come, Trouble!” replied Jan. “Come
along!”
They rode down the shady highway in the goat wagon, listening to
the birds, watching the bees and butterflies flutter from flower to
flower, and thinking how lovely it was to spend a vacation at Cherry
Farm. The Curlytops had forgotten, for the time, about the troubles
and worries of Grandpa Martin.
All at once, as they drove the goat wagon around a turn in the road,
the children saw, just in front of them, a funny wagon, painted red,
and drawn by a white horse. On the back step of the wagon, which
looked a little like those driven by gypsies, stood a very fat man. He
was so fat that it is a wonder the wagon did not tip up, horse and
all, from his weight on the back step. But perhaps it had extra heavy
front wheels to hold that end down to the ground.
“Oh, ho! Oh, ho!” cried the fat man in a jolly voice. “Oh, ho! What
have we here? Gay travelers like myself! Oh, lollypops and ice-cream
sandwiches! That’s the rig for me! I love a goat! I must have a goat!
I will buy yours. I’ll give you a thousand gumdrops for him. Oh, ho!
Sell me your goat!”
And while the surprised Curlytop children, with Jan holding Trouble
in her lap, stopped their goat, and looked at the funny fat man in his
funny red wagon, he looked at them and laughed until his face was
as wrinkled as a toy circus balloon when the wind hisses out of it.
And then the fat man cried again:
“Oh, ho! I love a goat! I will give you my white horse and red wagon
for your goat and a million gumdrops besides. Come, let us trade.
Are you simple Simons with a penny, or, indeed, have you any? Oh,
ho! I will sing!”
And then he began to sing:
“Tum tum tum, oh, Tiddle I oh!
I am quite happy in the snow.
Or if it rains I do not care,
For I’ve a rubber hat to wear.
And if you’ll give to me your goat,
I’ll give to you my nice white coat!”
 CHAPTER XVI
TRYING TO EARN MONEY

The Curlytops were so surprised they did not know what to do. Even
Trouble just sat in Jan’s lap and stared at the funny fat man, who,
after he had finished the song, reached somewhere inside his
wagon, and pulled out a freshly-ironed white coat, like those worn
by men in a barber shop.
This coat the fat man put on, taking off the one he had been
wearing, which, Ted saw, had some black streaks on it, so that it
was not entirely clean.
“Oh, ho!” cried the fat man. “Now I am ready for waffles! So you
won’t sell me your goat, nor trade him for my coat? Well, maybe it is
better so, and I need my clean coat to wear as I bake the waffles.
Oh, ho!”
“Do you s’pose he really wants our goat?” asked Jan in a whisper of
her brother.
“He can’t have him, if he does,” answered the Curlytop boy. “We
won’t sell Nicknack.”
“And we won’t trade him for a horse, either,” went on Jan. “A horse
is too big for us. A goat is just right.”
But the jolly fat man did not seem to want to take Nicknack away
from the Curlytops. He smiled at them, now that he had on his clean
coat, and then, going inside his wagon, he took the reins and turned
his horse around so that the children could see the side of the red
and little house-like wagon. They saw what seemed to be a tiny
kitchen, with shelves of dishes, and on a white oilcloth-covered table
stood a little gasolene stove.
The fat man mixed some batter in a pan, lighted a fire in the small
stove and then began to cook something. As smoke arose and a
delicious, sweet, brownish smell filled the air, the queer man began
ringing a bell.
“Oh, ho!” he cried, laughing. “Do you know what that means?”
“I knows! I knows!” cried Trouble before his brother or sister could
speak. “Dat’s din’-don’ bell, Pussy’s in de well!”
“Almost right, little chap!” laughed the man. “It is a ding-dong bell,
but it sings another song. Here it is,” and he sang:
“Ding dong bell,
Listen while I tell,
Down in the dingle-dell,
Hot waffles do I sell!”
And with that the man did something to the little stove on the white
table in front of him and, like the magician doing tricks, such as
taking a rabbit out of a hat, the man clapped out on a plate some
hot waffles, over which he sprinkled powdered sugar.
“Here you are!” he cried. “Hot waffles for a penny. Simple Simon’s
pie! Oh, my eye! Hot waffles high and dry! Want to buy?” and he
leaned down over the table in the side of the red wagon and looked
smilingly at the children in the goat cart as the store-keeper leans
over his counter to hear what the little girl says when her mother
sends her to the grocer’s for a yeast cake and she buys a pound of
sugar instead.
“Want to buy some waffles?” asked the fat man.
“Are they really a penny?” asked Ted.
“That’s all—no more, no less. A penny apiece, ten cents a dozen.”
“We couldn’t eat a dozen,” said Jan, wide-eyed. “Anyhow mother
wouldn’t like us to. But we could buy one apiece.”
“Then please do,” begged the fat man. “I haven’t sold any since I
left the last town, and I’d like to make a start. Come, I’ll give you
each two for a penny, seeing you are my first customers. Here you
are,” and as nimble as a cat when she’s jumping over a fence to get
away from the dog, the fat man ran from his wagon, coming out of
the little door in the back, and stood bowing before the children with
the plate of hot waffles in his hand.
“Here you are,” he cried. “Two for a penny.”
“Let’s see,” said Ted slowly. “There’s three of us. Trouble can eat
two, I guess. Three times two is seven——”
“No, six,” corrected Jan, for she was better in number-work than was
her brother.
“Oh yes, six,” agreed Teddy. “Six waffles is three cents,” and from his
pocket he took three pennies which he gave to the fat man, who put
six waffles down on a piece of paper in Jan’s lap.
“There you are!” he cried. “You’re the little housekeeper, I guess.
Now I’ll have good luck—I’ve made my first sale!” and he laughed so
that he shook all over as if he were a jelly lollypop.
“Do you go around selling hot waffles like the man in our town?”
asked Jan, as she gave Trouble and Ted each one of the sugar-
covered cakes.
“Well, I don’t know the man in your town, but I do go about selling
them here—also lollypops, popcorn balls, candy and other things.
Sometimes ice-cream when I’m in a city where I can sell it before it
melts. But in the country like this I sell mostly waffles.”
“And did you really want to take our goat?” asked Jan anxiously.
“No, my dear. I was only joking. I do love a goat, and I had one
when I was a boy. But I soon grew so fat that I had to pull him
around in the cart instead of his pulling me. That was too hard work
for me, so I waited until I could buy a horse.”
“Could you ride your horse in your wagon?” asked Ted.
“No, I’m afraid not. I’ve too much in my cart. I sleep in it. Come and
look.”
Tying Nicknack near a fence, where he could nibble the sweet grass,
Jan and Ted, taking Trouble by the hands, went to look at the fat
man’s wagon. They finished eating the waffles as they looked at it.
The wagon within was like a little house. There was a bed built on
one side, and a table with books and papers on it. Then there was a
little kitchen, where the fat man cooked waffles, and other things
that he ate himself.
“You see I’d get sort of tired of waffles, seeing so many of them,” he
explained. “I only eat ’em when I can’t sell ’em.”
Then he told the Curlytops how he drove about from town to town
in the country, sometimes going to cities, where he sold waffles and
other things. His name, he said, was Sam Sander, and he had been
selling waffles and candy about the country for seven years.
“Well, I must be traveling on,” he said after a while, when the
Curlytops had finished looking at his wagon, inside and outside. “I’m
going to town to sell waffles. Here’s a little waffle for your goat,” and
he tossed a broken one to Nicknack, who ate it and cried: “Baa-a-a-
a!” as if in thanks.
“Isn’t he nice!” exclaimed Jan when smiling Sam Sander had driven
away with his white horse and red wagon. “I like him!”
“So do I,” agreed Ted.
“More cake?” asked Trouble, looking up with his face quite smeared
with the waffles he had eaten.
“No more cakes now,” answered Jan with a laugh. “But those were
good,” she said to her brother. “I’d like some more myself.”
“We’ll buy some to-morrow if we can find him,” returned Ted. “If he’s
going to be in town we may see him. We can ride over in our goat
wagon.”
“Yes,” agreed Jan. “I’m glad Mr. Sander didn’t take Nicknack even in
fun, though.”
“Huh, I wouldn’t let him!” cried Ted. “Say!” he went on, “don’t you
wish we could ride around like that and sell things?”
“It would be nice,” agreed his sister. “And, oh say, Ted! we could
earn money that way for the Home, where Hal lives.”
Her eyes sparkled and she clapped her hands. Janet thought of
more things than Ted could keep track of sometimes.
“Wouldn’t that be lovely?” she cried, her eyes sparkling.
“It would be. But we’d have to have a big wagon, and Nicknack
couldn’t pull it,” said Ted.
“I wish there was some way we could earn money and give it to the
Home,” went on Janet. “Baking chocolate cakes doesn’t seem much.”
“Grandpa’d give ’em money if he had it,” went on Ted.
“Yes; but he hasn’t it. He could give ’em cherries, ’cause he has
more than he can sell,” said Janet. “But I guess cherries wouldn’t be
much good for the Home. Oh dear, if we were only grown-up we
could help.”
Ted did not answer right away. He was thinking very hard as he
drove the goat down the shady road. Then, all at once, he cried:
“Janet, I know what we can do!”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean to earn money. I know how we can do it!”
“How?”
“Give goat rides. Don’t you know how once, when we went to New
York, in Central Park we saw boys giving rides in goat wagons for
five cents apiece—I mean the rides five cents apiece, not the
wagons.”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Well, we could give rides to the boys and girls here, charge ’em
money and give all we got to the Home. Maybe it wouldn’t be much,
but it would be some.”
“Oh, Ted! that’s just lovely!” cried Janet. “We’ll do it! Oh, how nice it
will be! Let’s make a sign and put it on Nicknack.”
“How’re you going to put a sign on the goat—paint him?”
“No. We’ll get mother to make one on cloth, and we can pin the
cloth to his harness, and let it hang over his side like a blanket.”
“Say, that’s great!” cried Ted. “We’ll do it!”
When the Curlytops told their mother and father what they wanted
to do—give goat rides to earn money—everyone said it was all right.
Mother Martin made a muslin sign, and with some black paint found
in grandpa’s barn Daddy Martin painted the words. They read:
GOAT RIDES
UP AND DOWN THE ROAD
5 CENTS
MONEY FOR THE CRIPPLED HOME
“There!” cried Ted, as he looked at the sign hanging on either side of
Nicknack, “that ought to earn some money. Come on now, Jan, we’ll
go out and see what we can do.”
“Oh but we can’t ride if we’re going to take passengers!”
“No. But we can ride until someone wants to get in, and then we
can get out. I’ll walk alongside the wagon and drive Nicknack, and
you can be the conductor and collect the money.”
“All right. And if only one or two want to ride at once we can get in
too, for there’s room.”
“All right! But come on! Now we can earn money for Hal’s home!”
 CHAPTER XVII
JIMMIE HAS A TUMBLE

Down the road trotted Nicknack, while Ted and Jan sat on the front
seat of the wagon and looked eagerly ahead for the first sight of
some boy or girl to whom they might offer a ride, and so earn
money for the Crippled Children’s Home where Hal Chester hoped to
have his lame foot cured.
“See anybody, Jan?” asked Ted, after a bit.
“Nope! Do you?”
“Nope; but I hear someone calling. It’s behind us. Maybe somebody
wants a ride. Listen!”
Somebody did. But when Jan and Ted looked around they both
laughed and cried out:
“Trouble!”
And Trouble it was, toddling along after the goat wagon, and calling
as he hurried on:
“Waits a minute! Waits a minute! I wants a wide!”
“What’ll we do?” asked Ted.
“Oh, we’ve got to take him with us, I s’pose,” replied Janet. “But if
he rides there’ll be that much less room for someone else, and then
we can’t earn as much money.”
Ted thought this over for a minute.
“I’ll tell you what we could do,” he said, as he stopped Nicknack and
let the goat eat the sweet grass that grew beside the road.
“What?” asked Janet.
“We could let whoever wanted to ride hold Trouble on his lap. Then
he wouldn’t take up any room.”
“That’s so. But maybe they wouldn’t want to hold him. Trouble is
awful heavy sometimes, and he does wiggle and squirm a lot!”
“Well, if some of ’em didn’t want to hold him they could pay a penny
more and Trouble could sit in a seat by himself.”
“That’s so!” cried Jan. “Then we’d make a little extra money out of
Trouble.”
“That’s it!” agreed her brother. “And if they wanted to hear him,
Trouble could sing his funny little song for them.”
Janet laughed at this. Mother Martin had taught the little baby a
queer mixture of Mother Goose verses, and Trouble sang these in a
funny, squeaky voice—that is, he sang when he wanted to.
“But it would be just like him not to sing if someone asked him to,”
sighed Janet. “Then we’d have to let them ride free if they didn’t
want to hold the baby.”
“If Trouble won’t sing he can’t ride,” decided Ted. “Here, Trouble!” he
called to his little brother. “Will you sing the Crumpled-Cow-Jack-
Horner-Pie-song if I let you ride?”
“I will sing it two times,” said Trouble earnestly. “I do want a wide. I
runned after you to hab a wide.”
“All right—hop in,” returned Ted; and with their baby brother on the
seat between them Ted and Jan drove off again.
They had not ridden far before they came to where Jimmie Dell
lived. Jimmie was swinging on his front gate, and as he saw the goat
wagon coming up with his three little friends in it, he called:
“Where you goin’? Give us a ride, will you?”
“We will for a penny,” answered Ted.
“A penny!” cried Jimmie, who had always before ridden for nothing
behind Nicknack.
“You see,” explained Janet, “we’re trying to make money for the
Home where Hal lives. We’ll ride you down the road and up again for
five cents, or give you a little ride for a penny.”
“And you’ll be in the wagon all by yourself,” went on Ted. “I’ll get out
and walk, and Jan will be conductor and collect the fare. Come on!”
“You’ll have to hold Trouble on your lap, though,” said Janet; “but
he’ll sing for you, so you won’t mind holding him.”
“I’ll sing now!” decided Trouble, and he began to croon:
“‘Once a crumpled bossy-cow,
Was eatin’ some gween cheese!
Dack Horner dropped his Twistmas pie
An’ made Bo Peep to sneeze!’”
“There’s a lot more verses like that,” explained Ted, as Trouble
stopped singing to catch his breath. “You’ll like it. Won’t he, Jan?”
“Oh, yes!”
“I’d like a ride, too,” said Jimmie, “only I haven’t got five cents, or
even a penny.”
Janet and Ted looked thoughtful on hearing this. Then Janet said:
“Say, Ted, I think we ought to let Jimmie have the first ride for
nothing.”
“Why?”
“Well, ’cause it will give us a start. You see if some other boys and
girls see him riding they’ll want to ride too, and it will be a sort of
advertisement for us.”
“Maybe it would. Come on, Jimmie. You get in and I’ll walk along
’side the wagon and drive Nicknack. Janet will be conductor and
make-believe she’s collected your fare. Then it will look as if we had
made a start.”
“Do I have to hold Trouble?” asked Jimmie.