"That's just it—Uncle Toby doesn't say," his mother replied. "We shall have to wait until your father makes the trip to Pocono."
"Oh, may we go?" begged the two Curlytops at once.
"We'll see!" was the way in which Mrs. Martin put them off. "I wish your father were here so we could talk over this queer letter from Uncle Toby."
"I wis'—I wis' I had suffin' t' eat!" put in Trouble wistfully.
"And so you shall have, darling!" exclaimed his mother. "It is nearly time for lunch, and daddy will soon be here. Then we'll see what he says."
And what Mr. Martin said after, at the lunch table, he had read Uncle Toby's letter was:
"Hum!"
"What do you think of it?" asked his wife.
"I think it's as queer as he is," said the father of the Curlytops, smiling. "Uncle Toby is a dear old man, but very queer. So he wants me to come and take charge of his 'collection,' does he? It's strange that he doesn't say what his collection is."
"Maybe it's postage stamps," suggested Ted. Once he had started to make a collection like that but he had given it up.