TROUBLE IN TROUBLE When do you s'pose it'll come, Teddy? Oh, pretty soon now, I guess. We're all ready for it when it does come, and Ted Martin glanced from where he sat over toward a slanting hill made of several long boards nailed to some tall packing boxes. The boxes were piled high at one end, and on top was a little platform, reached by some steps made of smaller boxes. It's a good while coming though, isn't it, Ted? asked his sister Janet, looking up toward the sky. Yes, I wish it would hurry, said the boy, giving his cap a twist, thereby making more of a tangle than ever the curly, golden hair that had given him and Janet the nicknames of Curlytops.