Once Grandma
Martin lost her thimble in the hair of one of the children, and their
locks were curled so nearly alike that she never could remember on
whose head she found the needle-pusher.
"Do you think it will be safe to take Ted and Jan camping?" asked
Mother Martin.
"Why, yes. There's no finer place in the country than Star Island. And
if you go along--"
"Am I to go?" asked Ted's mother.
"Of course. And Trouble, too. It'll do you all good. I wish Dick could
come, too," went on Grandpa Martin, speaking of Ted's father, who had
gone from Cherry Farm for a few days to attend to some matters at a
store he owned in the town of Cresco. "But Dick says he'll be too
busy. So I guess the Curlytops will have to go camping with grandpa,"
added the farmer, smiling.
"Well, I'm sure they couldn't have better fun than to go with you,"
replied Mother Martin. "But I'm not sure that Baby William and I can
go."
"Oh, yes you can," said her father-in-law. "We'll talk about it again.
But here come Ted and Jan now in the goat-cart. They seem to have
something to ask you. We'll talk about the camp later."
Teddy and Janet Martin, the two Curlytops, came riding up to the
farmhouse in a small wagon drawn by a fine, big goat, that they had
named Nicknack.
"Please, Mother," begged Ted, "may we ride over to the Home and get
Hal?"
"We promised to take him for a ride," added Jan.
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